Summer for Thee,Grant I May Be
by Emily Dickinson
Summer for thee,grant I may be
When summer days are flown!
Thy music still,when Whippoorwill
And Oriole--done!
For thee to bloom,I'll skip the tomb
And row my blossoms over!
Pray gather me -Anemone-
Thy flower-forevermore!
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