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Summer for thee, grant I may be

Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill …

Emily Dickinson
Summer has two Beginnings —

Summer has two Beginnings —
Beginning once in June —
Beginning in October …
Summer is shorter than any one —

Summer is shorter than any one —
Life is shorter than Summer —
Seventy Years is spent as quick …
Summer Shower

A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof ;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves, …

Emily Dickinson
Summer — we all have seen —

Summer — we all have seen —
A few of us — believed —
A few — the more aspiring …
Sunset at Night — is natural —

Sunset at Night — is natural —
But Sunset on the Dawn
Reverses Nature — Master — …

Emily Dickinson
Sunset that screens, reveals —

Sunset that screens, reveals —
Enhancing what we see
By menaces of Amethyst …
Superfluous were the Sun

Superfluous were the Sun
When Excellence be dead
He were superfluous every Day …

Emily Dickinson
Superiority to Fate

Superiority to Fate
Is difficult to gain
'Tis not conferred of Any …

Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful

Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions …

Emily Dickinson
Surprise is like a thrilling — pungent —

Surprise is like a thrilling — pungent —
Upon a tasteless meat
Alone — too acrid — but combined …
Suspense — is Hostiler than Death —

Suspense — is Hostiler than Death —
Death — tho'soever Broad,
Is Just Death, and cannot increase — …

Emily Dickinson
Sweet hours have perished here;

Sweet hours have perished here,
This is a timid room -
Within it's precints hopes have played …

Emily Dickinson
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart —

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart —
That knows — and does not know —
And tosses like a Fleet of Balm — …
Sweet, to have had them lost

Sweet, to have had them lost
For news that they be saved —
The nearer they departed Us …
The sword sung on the barren heath

* * *
The sword sung on the barren heath
The sickle in the fruitful field …

William Blake
S—— in Childhood on the Nursery floor

* * *
S—— in Childhood on the Nursery floor
Was extreme Old & most extremely poor …

William Blake
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy,

Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy,
And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men —
Ill it becometh me to dwell so wealthily …

Emily Dickinson
Take all away —

Take all away —
The only thing worth larceny
Is left — the Immortality —

Emily Dickinson
Take your Heaven further on —

Take your Heaven further on —
This — to Heaven divine Has gone —
Had You earlier blundered in …