As Imperceptibly As Grief

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Title:     As Imperceptibly As Grief
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away, --
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.

A quietness distilled,
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
Sequestered afternoon.

The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone, --
A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
As guest who would be gone.

And thus, without a wing,
Or service of a keel,
Our summer made her light escape
Into the beautiful.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: As Imperceptibly As Grief

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