There comes a warning like a spy
A shorter breath of Day
A stealing that is not a stealth
And [Summer is] away —
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel . . .
Summer [makes] her light escape
Into the Beautiful.
From Poems #1536 and #1540
Emily Dickinson
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