Poem: “As Imperceptibly as Grief” by Emily Dickinson

As imperceptibly as Grief 

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.