The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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As Summer into Autumn slipsAnd yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn", lest We turn the Sun away, And almost count it an Affront the presence to concedeOf one however lovely, not The one that we have loved - So we evade the Charge of Years One oneOn one attempting shy The Circumvention of the ShaftOf Life's declivity.