Emily Dickinson - Midsummer, was it, when They died

962 <br /> <br />Midsummer, was it, when They died— <br />A full, and perfect time— <br />The Summer closed upon itself <br />In Consummated Bloom— <br /> <br />The Corn, her furthest kernel filled <br />Before the coming Flail— <br />When These—leaned unto Perfectness— <br />Through Haze of Burial—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midsummer-was-it-when-they-died/