Summer For Thee, Grant I May Be by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill
And Oriole -- are done!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And row my blossoms o'er!
Pray gather me --
Anemone --
Thy flower -- forevermore!
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Heart, We Will Forget Him I Have No Life But This I Held A Jewel I Many Times Thought You Left Me 'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So I Went To Thank Her I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend Awake Ye Muses Nine
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