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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Two: Nature

XLVI

IT can’t be summer,—that got through;

It ’s early yet for spring;

There ’s that long town of white to cross

Before the blackbirds sing.

It can’t be dying,—it ’s too rouge,—

The dead shall go in white.

So sunset shuts my question down

With clasps of chrysolite.