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There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me --
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections -- be --
The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new --
The time was scarce profaned, by speech --
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobe -- of our Lord --
Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune this -- time --
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.
The Hours slid fast -- as Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands --
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands --
And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other's Crucifix --
We gave no other Bond --
Sufficient troth, that we shall rise --
Deposed -- at length, the Grave --
To that new Marriage,
Justified -- through Calvaries of Love --
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Thank you so much for giving such an honour. I feel that this poem is trying to say that every life has to pass through certain definite stages, often painful, to reach the final stage of death. This is understood as the culmination or marriage with god, based on selfless love. The summer season, of which the poet is the part beautiful enough, to make her realise this. The poem has strong christia overtones, which establish the poet's conviction of fulfilment in life.
chaitali maitra from India