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I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

Emily Dickinson
Love, Romantic, Summer
Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.201, Harvard University Press

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Nature, Tree
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.334, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Nature, Lying
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.1309, Harvard University Press

The last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless as it is - Without celestial Mail - Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Enchantment, Delight
Emily Dickinson, “The Last Of Summer Is Delight”

There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt - Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait - Whose Summer set in Summer, till The Centuries of June And Centuries of August cease And Consciousness - is Noon.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Years, June
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.421, Harvard University Press

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Air, Blue
"I taste a liquor never brewed" l. 5 (ca. 1861)

Answer July- Where is the Bee- Where is the Blush- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July- Where is the Seed- Where is the Bud- Where is the May- Answer Thee-Me-

Emily Dickinson
Summer, July, Bud
Emily Dickinson (2016). “Emily Dickinson”, p.13, Moondance Press

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Doors
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.327, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Butterfly, Air
Emily Dickinson, Frances Schoonmaker Bolin (1994). “Emily Dickinson”, p.36, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Wine, Drunkards
Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.784, Harvard University Press

Two Seasons, it is said, exist- The Summer of the Just, And this of Ours, diversified With Prospect, and with Frost- May not our Second with its First So infinite compare That We but recollect the one The other to prefer?

Emily Dickinson
Summer, June, Two
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.767, Harvard University Press

As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And almost count it an Affront The presence to concede Of one however lovely, not The one that we have loved - So we evade the charge of Years On one attempting shy The Circumvention of the Shaft Of Life's Declivity.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Autumn, Years
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.285, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Loneliness, Differences
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1346, Delphi Classics

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Sweet, Spring

The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Squirrels, Snow
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.310, Harvard University Press

I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing - The spring decoys. And as the summer nears - And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown - Learneth beyond the sea Melody new for me And will return.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Spring, Sea
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.244, Delphi Classics

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