The Last Of Summer Is Delight-

Emily Dickinson

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The last of Summer is Delight—
Deterred by Retrospect.
’Tis Ecstasy’s revealed Review—
Enchantment’s Syndicate.

To meet it—nameless as it is—
Without celestial Mail—
Audacious as without a Knock
To walk within the Veil.

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