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What shall I do when the Summer troubles-
What, when the Rose is ripe-
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?
What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup
Drop a Tune on me-
When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup
What will become of me?
Oh, when the Squirrel fills His Pockets
And the Berries stare
How can I bear their jocund Faces
Thou from Here, so far?
'Twouldn't afflict a Robin-
All His Goods have Wings-
I-do not fly, so wherefore
My Perennial Things?
What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles
Emily Dickinson
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