I know a place where summer strives <br />With such a practised frost, <br />She each year leads her daisies back, <br />Recording briefly, 'Lost.' <br /> <br />But when the south wind stirs the pools <br />And struggles in the lanes, <br />Her heart misgives her for her vow, <br />And she pours soft refrains <br /> <br />Into the lap of adamant, <br />And spices, and the dew, <br />That stiffens quietly to quartz <br />Upon her amber shoe.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-a-place-where-summer-strives/
