122 <br /> <br />A something in a summer's Day <br />As slow her flambeaux burn away <br />Which solemnizes me. <br /> <br />A something in a summer's noon— <br />A depth—an Azure—a perfume— <br />Transcending ecstasy. <br /> <br />And still within a summer's night <br />A something so transporting bright <br />I clap my hands to see— <br /> <br />Then veil my too inspecting face <br />Lets such a subtle—shimmering grace <br />Flutter too far for me— <br /> <br />The wizard fingers never rest— <br />The purple brook within the breast <br />Still chafes it narrow bed— <br /> <br />Still rears the East her amber Flag— <br />Guides still the sun along the Crag <br />His Caravan of Red— <br /> <br />So looking on—the night—the morn <br />Conclude the wonder gay— <br />And I meet, coming thro' the dews <br />Another summer's Day!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-something-in-a-summer-s-day/
