Lyric Poem · Death & Loss
Midsummer, was it, when They died
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.
“Midsummer, was it, when They died” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/midsummer-was-it-when-they-died
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