1540 <br /> <br />As imperceptibly as Grief <br />The Summer lapsed away— <br />Too imperceptible at last <br />To seem like Perfidy— <br />A Quietness distilled <br />As Twilight long begun, <br />Or Nature spending with herself <br />Sequestered Afternoon— <br />The Dusk drew earlier in— <br />The Morning foreign shone— <br />A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, <br />As Guest, that would be gone— <br />And thus, without a Wing <br />Or service of a Keel <br />Our Summer made her light escape <br />Into the Beautiful.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-imperceptibly-as-grief/
