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XLV. "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 who would be gone.


And thus, without a wing,

Or service of a keel,

Our summer made her light escape

Into the beautiful.

Dickinson: The Complete Works

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