"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 courtous, 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."
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 courtous, 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."
--Emily Dickinson