As Imperceptibly As Grief

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As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (3)

Emily Dickinson as always... writes such beautiful verses, that it takes your breath away.
The summer lapsed away Yes, summer passes way to fast.
This poem, in my view, is one of her 4 or 5 best - along with 'There's a certain Slant of Light', 'A Light Exists in Spring', ' I Started Early', 'Because I Could Not Stop For Death'. A masterpiece of concision.