How know it from a Summer’s Day?
Emily Dickinson
1364 How know it from a Summer’s Day? Its Fervors are as firm— And nothing in the Countenance But scintillates the same— Yet Birds examine it and flee— And Vans without a name Inspect the Admonition And sunder as they came—
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