Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Five: The Single Hound
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| LIKE some old-fashioned miracle | |
| When Summertime is done, | |
| Seems Summer’s recollection | |
| And the affairs of June. | |
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| As infinite tradition | 5 |
| As Cinderella’s bays, | |
| Or little John of Lincoln Green, | |
| Or Bluebeard’s galleries. | |
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| Her Bees have a fictitious hum, | |
| Her Blossoms, like a dream, | 10 |
| Elate—until we almost weep | |
| So plausible they seem. | |
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| Her Memories like strains—review— | |
| When Orchestra is dumb, | |
| The Violin in baize replaced | 15 |
| And Ear and Heaven numb. | |
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