2156: 342 It will be Summer -- eventually. | Emily Dickinson
"342 It will be Summer -- eventually."
Emily Dickinson
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 -
Tho' 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 -
Or Priests - adjust the Symbols -
When Sacrament - is done -
Emily Dickinson
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 -
Tho' 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 -
Or Priests - adjust the Symbols -
When Sacrament - is done -