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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

What Shall I Do When the Summer Troubles

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What shall I do when the Summer troubles—
What, when the Rose is ripe—
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?
 
What shall I do when the Skies a’chirrup
Drop a Tune on me—
When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup
What will become of me?
 
Oh, when the Squirrel fills His Pockets
And the Berries stare
How can I bear their jocund Faces
Thou from Here, so far?
 
‘Twouldn’t afflict a Robin—
All His Goods have Wings—
I—do not fly, so wherefore
My Perennial Things?

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188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
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78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
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364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
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268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
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