[895]
Further in Summer than the Birds –
Pathetic from the Grass –
A minor Nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive Mass.
No Ordinance be seen –
So gradual the Grace
A gentle Custom it becomes –
Enlarging Loneliness –
Antiquest felt at Noon –
When August burning low
Arise this spectral Canticle
Repose to typify –
Remit as yet no Grace –
No furrow on the Glow,
But a Druidic Difference
Enhances Nature now –
Rushikesh R. Mule, Indian birds, 2015. CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons.
This poem is taken from https://www.emilydickinsonmuseum.org/further-in-summer-than-the-birds-895/.
ReplyDeleteL4 originally read "It's unobtrusive Mass."
Big fan of Emily Dickinson here, good choice, good read...
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