The Summer that we did not prize,
Her treasures were so easy
Instructs us by departing now
And recognition lazy --
Bestirs itself -- puts on its Coat,
And scans with fatal promptness
For Trains that moment out of sight,
Unconscious of his smartness.
Classic poem
The Summer that we did not prize,
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- First line
- The Summer that we did not prize,
- Poet
- Emily Dickinson
- Themes
- nature, identity
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