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Emily Dickinson - As imperceptibl
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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.
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