a something in a summer’s day

A something in a summer’s Day

As slow her flambeaux burn away

Which solemnizes me.

 

A something in a summer’s noon

A depth an Azure a perfume

Transcending ecstasy.

 

And still within a summer’s night

A something so transporting bright

I clap my hands to see

 

Then veil my too inspecting face

Lets such a subtle shimmering grace

Flutter too far for me

 

The wizard fingers never rest

The purple brook within the breast

Still chafes it narrow bed

 

Still rears the East her amber Flag

Guides still the sun along the Crag

His Caravan of Red

 

So looking on the night the morn

Conclude the wonder gay

And I meet, coming thro’ the dews

Another summer’s Day!

 

Emily Dickinson

Done