Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done —
Seems Summer's Recollection
And the Affairs of June
As infinite Tradition
As Cinderella's Bays —
Or Little John — of Lincoln Green —
Or Blue Beard's Galleries —
Her Bees have a fictitious Hum —
Her Blossoms, like a Dream —
Elate us — till we almost weep —
So plausible — they seem —
Her Memories like Strains — Review —
When Orchestra is dumb —
The Violin in Baize replaced —
And Ear — and Heaven — numb —
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