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The Last Of Summer Is Delight

Emily Dickinson

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The last of Summer is Delight-
Deterred by Retrospect.
'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review-
Enchantment's Syndicate.

To meet it-nameless as it is-
Without celestial Mail-
Audacious as without a Knock
To walk within the Veil.

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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