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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died— A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom— The Corn, her furthest kernel filled Before the coming Flail— When These—leaned unto Perfectness— Through Haze of Burial—
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Midsummer, was it, when They died
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died— A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom— The Corn, her furthest kernel filled Before the coming Flail— When These—leaned unto Perfectness— Through Haze of Burial—
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American