Summer for thee, grant I may be

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!

Emily Dickinson

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