Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
LXVIII
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| HER final summer was it, | |
| And yet we guessed it not; | |
| If tenderer industriousness | |
| Pervaded her, we thought | |
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| A further force of life | 5 |
| Developed from within,— | |
| When Death lit all the shortness up, | |
| And made the hurry plain. | |
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| We wondered at our blindness,— | |
| When nothing was to see | 10 |
| But her Carrara guide-post,— | |
| At our stupidity, | |
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| When, duller than our dulness, | |
| The busy darling lay, | |
| So busy was she, finishing, | 15 |
| So leisurely were we! | |
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