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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

I know a place where Summer strives

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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I know a place where Summer strivesWith such a practised Frost --She -- each year -- leads her Daisies back --Recording briefly -- "Lost" -- But when the South Wind stirs the PoolsAnd struggles in the lanes --Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow --And she pours soft Refrains Into the lap of Adamant --And spices -- and the Dew --That stiffens quietly to Quartz --Upon her Amber Shoe --