Poem A Day

The last of Summer is Delight --

by Emily Dickinson

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.

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Poem A Day

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