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What shall I do when the Summer troubles

What shall I do when the Summer troubles
What, when the Rose is ripe
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?

What shall I do when the Skies a’chirrup
Drop a Tune on me
When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup
What will become of me?

Oh, when the Squirrel fills His Pockets
And the Berries stare
How can I bear their jocund Faces
Thou from Here, so far?

‘Twouldn’t afflict a Robin
All His Goods have Wings
I do not fly, so wherefore
My Perennial Things?


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Poem What shall I do when the Summer troubles - Emily Dickinson