June 20, 2008

Summer Solstice

A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —

Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —

The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed —

Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —

So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!

~Emily Dickinson~


Pamela Terry and Edward said...

Lovely! Happy summer to you!

Mrs. Jules said...

That was wonderful to read. We have Miss Emily stacked among a couple of other books on a cabinet in the family room. I'll need to open it up again.

I spy a carefree cyclist in that photo.