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AT LENGTH by EMILY DICKINSON

Poet Analysis

First Line: HER FINAL SUMMER WAS IT, / AND YET WE GUESSED IT NOT
Last Line: SO LEISURELY WERE WE!
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
Her final summer was it,
And yet we guessed it not;
If tenderer industriousness
Pervaded her, we thought
A further force of life
Developed from within, --
When Death lit all the shortness up,
And made the hurry plain.
We wondered at our blindness, --
When nothing was to see
But her Carrara guide-post, --
At our stupidity,
When, duller than our dulness,
The busy darling lay,
So busy was she, finishing,
So leisurely were we!


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