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.

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