956 <br /> <br />What shall I do when the Summer troubles— <br />What, when the Rose is ripe— <br />What when the Eggs fly off in Music <br />From the Maple Keep? <br /> <br />What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup <br />Drop a Tune on me— <br />When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup <br />What will become of me? <br /> <br />Oh, when the Squirrel fills His Pockets <br />And the Berries stare <br />How can I bear their jocund Faces <br />Thou from Here, so far? <br /> <br />'Twouldn't afflict a Robin— <br />All His Goods have Wings— <br />I—do not fly, so wherefore <br />My Perennial Things?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-shall-i-do-when-the-summer-troubles/
