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Summer for thee, grant I may be
Emily Dickinson
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done! For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tomb And row my blossoms o’er! Pray gather me— Anemone— Thy flower—forevermore!
