342 <br /> <br />It will be Summer—eventually. <br />Ladies—with parasols— <br />Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— <br />And little Girls—with Dolls— <br /> <br />Will tint the pallid landscape— <br />As 'twere a bright Bouquet— <br />Thro' drifted deep, in Parian— <br />The Village lies—today— <br /> <br />The Lilacs—bending many a year— <br />Will sway with purple load— <br />The Bees—will not despise the tune— <br />Their Forefathers—have hummed— <br /> <br />The Wild Rose—redden in the Bog— <br />The Aster—on the Hill <br />Her everlasting fashion—set— <br />And Covenant Gentians—frill— <br /> <br />Till Summer folds her miracle— <br />As Women—do—their Gown— <br />Of Priests—adjust the Symbols— <br />When Sacrament—is done—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-will-be-summer-eventually/
