2 poems on summer's end / Emily Dickinson

[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  –

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Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

"We wear our sober Dresses when we Die" courtesy Audiobook Passion.

Also read: As imperceptibly as Grief

Emily Dickinson biography