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What shall I do when the Summer troubles

by Emily Dickinson

What shall I do when the Summer troubles —

What, when the Rose is ripe —

What when the Eggs fly off in Music

From the Maple Keep?

What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup

Drop a Tune on me —

When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup

What will become of me?

Oh, when the Squirrel fills His Pockets

And the Berries stare

How can I bear their jocund Faces

Thou from Here, so far?

'Twouldn't afflict a Robin —

All His Goods have Wings —

I — do not fly, so wherefore

My Perennial Things?

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Poem
What shall I do when the Summer troubles
Poet
Emily Dickinson
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Nature, Summer

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16 lines · 4 quatrains

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Emily Dickinson1830–1886
Source record
PoetryDBWhat shall I do when the Summer troubles by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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