Emily Dickinson — As Imperceptibly as Grief

As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away — Too imperceptible, at last To seem like Perfidy — A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon — The Dusk drew earlier in — The Morning foreign shone — A courteous, yet harrowing Grace As Guest that would be gone — And thus without a Wing Or service of a Keel Our Summer made her light escape Into the Beautiful