302 <br /> <br />Like Some Old fashioned Miracle <br />When Summertime is done— <br />Seems Summer's Recollection <br />And the Affairs of June <br /> <br />As infinite Tradition <br />As Cinderella's Bays— <br />Or Little John—of Lincoln Green— <br />Or Blue Beard's Galleries— <br /> <br />Her Bees have a fictitious Hum— <br />Her Blossoms, like a Dream— <br />Elate us—till we almost weep— <br />So plausible—they seem— <br /> <br />Her Memories like Strains—Review— <br />When Orchestra is dumb— <br />The Violin in Baize replaced— <br />And Ear—and Heaven—numb—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-some-old-fashioned-miracle/
