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It will be Summer eventually

It will be Summer eventually

It will be Summer eventually.
Ladies with parasols
Sauntering Gentlemen with Canes
And little Girls with Dolls

Will tint the pallid landscape
As ’twere a bright Bouquet
Thro’ drifted deep, in Parian
The Village lies today

The Lilacs bending many a year
Will sway with purple load
The Bees will not despise the tune
Their Forefathers have hummed

The Wild Rose redden in the Bog
The Aster on the Hill
Her everlasting fashion set
And Covenant Gentians frill

Till Summer folds her miracle
As Women do their Gown
Of Priests adjust the Symbols
When Sacrament is done



Poem It will be Summer eventually - Emily Dickinson