Lyric Poem · Summer
Summer laid her simple Hat
Summer laid her simple Hat
On its boundless Shelf —
Unobserved — a Ribbon slipt,
Snatch it for yourself.
Summer laid her supple Glove
In its sylvan Drawer —
Wheresoe'er, or was she —
The demand of Awe?
This poem is in the public domain.
“Summer laid her simple Hat” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/summer-laid-her-simple-hat
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