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Further in Summer than the Birds

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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Further in Summer than the BirdsPathetic from the GrassA minor Nation celebratesIts unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seenSo gradual the GraceA pensive Custom it becomesEnlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at NoonWhen August burning lowArise this spectral CanticleRepose to typify Remit as yet no GraceNo Furrow on the GlowYet a Druidic DifferenceEnhances Nature now