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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

Her final Summer was it --

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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Her final Summer was it --And yet We guessed it not --If tenderer industriousnessPervaded Her, We thought A further force of lifeDeveloped from within --When Death lit all the shortness upIt made the hurry plain -- We wondered at our blindnessWhen nothing was to seeBut Her Carrara Guide post --At Our Stupidity -- When duller than our dullnessThe Busy Darling lay --So busy was she -- finishing --So leisurely -- were We --