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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

Midsummer, was it, when They died

by Emily Dickinson

Midsummer, was it, when They died —

A full, and perfect time —

The Summer closed upon itself

In Consummated Bloom —

The Corn, her furthest kernel filled

Before the coming Flail —

When These — leaned unto Perfectness —

Through Haze of Burial —

This poem is in the public domain.

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