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There Is A June When Corn Is Cut

There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed—
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed

As should a Face supposed the Grave’s
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return—

Two Seasons, it is said, exist—
The Summer of the Just,
And this of Ours, diversified
With Prospect, and with Frost—

May not our Second with its First
So infinite compare
That We but recollect the one
The other to prefer?

Emily Dickinson
(December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)

Photograph of Emily Dickinson, seated, at the age of 16
Photograph of Emily Dickinson, seated, at the age of 16
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