Summer Stirring

I know a place where summer strives

With such a practised frost,

She each year leads her daisies back,

Recording briefly, 'Lost.'

 

But when the south wind stirs the pools

And struggles in the lanes,

Her heart misgives her for her vow,

And she pours soft refrains

 

Into the lap of adamant,

And spices, and the dew,

That stiffens quietly to quartz

Upon her amber shoe.

 

I Know A Place Where Summer Strives

Emily Dickenson

Done