Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AT LENGTH, by EMILY DICKINSON



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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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