The Summer lapsed away –
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy –
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon
–
The Dusk drew earlier in
–
The morning foreign shone
–
A courteous, yet harrowing
Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone
–
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.
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