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Lyric Poem · Summer

The Summer that we did not prize

by Emily Dickinson

1The Summer that we did not prize,

2Her treasures were so easy

3Instructs us by departing now

4And recognition lazy —

5Bestirs itself — puts on its Coat,

6And scans with fatal promptness

7For Trains that moment out of sight,

8Unconscious of his smartness.

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Poem
The Summer that we did not prize
Poet
Emily Dickinson
Length
8 lines
Form
Lyric Poem, Short Poems
Themes
Summer, Nature, Short

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8 lines · 2 quatrains
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Author record
Emily Dickinson1830–1886
Source record
PoetryDBThe Summer that we did not prize by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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