[1536]
There comes a warning like a spy
A shorter breath of Day
A stealing that is not a stealth
And Summers are away –
[1572]
We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday
Adjourns her sigh –
~~
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
[Poems are in the public domain worldwide]
Also read: As imperceptibly as Grief
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