A something in a summers day (1890)

Something in a summer's Day

As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer's noon—A depth—an Azure—a perfume—Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer's night

A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see—

Then veil my too inspecting face

Lets such a subtle—shimmering grace Flutter too far for me—

The wizard fingers never rest—The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it narrow bed—

Still rears the East her amber Flag—Guides still the sun along the Crag His Caravan of Red—

So looking on—the night—the morn Conclude the wonder gay—

And I meet, coming thro' the dews Another summer's Day!

Emily Dickinson December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886

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