The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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The Trees like Tassels - hit - and swung -There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun - Far Psalteries of Summer -Enamoring the Ear They never yet did satisfy - Remotest - when most fair The Sun shone whole at intervals - Then Half - then utter hid -As if Himself were optional Andowned had Estates of Cloud Sufficient to enfold Him Eternally from view - Except it were a whim of HisTo let the Orchards grow -A Bird sat careless on the fence - One gossipped in the Lane On silver matters charmed a Snake Just winding round a stone -Bright Flowers slit a Calyx OrAnd soared opon a stem Like Hindered Flags - Sweet hoisted - With Spices - in the Hem - 'Twas more - I cannot men - tionmention -How mean - to those that see - VandykesVandyke's Delineation Of Nature's - Summer Day!