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Lyric Poem · Summer

The last of Summer is Delight

by Emily Dickinson

The last of Summer is Delight —

Deterred by Retrospect.

'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review —

Enchantment's Syndicate.

To meet it — nameless as it is —

Without celestial Mail —

Audacious as without a Knock

To walk within the Veil.

This poem is in the public domain.

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