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!
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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its a summer poem,written beautifully by Emily..close to nature and beauty..song of the birds,music and flowers for “evermore”..The title of th poem was choosen after her death…may be she thought ,something more beautiful…
HEy its the summer ANd i love this poem~~~~