It Can't Be Summer, -- That Got Through

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Title:     It Can't Be Summer, -- That Got Through
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

It can't be summer, -- that got through;
It 's early yet for spring;
There 's that long town of white to cross
Before the blackbirds sing.

It can't be dying, -- it's too rouge, --
The dead shall go in white.
So sunset shuts my question down
With clasps of chrysolite.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: It Can't Be Summer, -- That Got Through

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