The Summer that we did not prize
Read 'The Summer that we did not prize' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Summer that we did not prize by Emily Dickinson
The Summer that we did not prize,
Her treasures were so easy
Instructs us by departing now
And recognition lazy --
Bestirs itself -- puts on its Coat,
And scans with fatal promptness
For Trains that moment out of sight,
Unconscious of his smartness.
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