As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away-
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy-
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon-
The Dusk drew earlier in-
The Morning foreign shone-
A courteous,yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest,that would be gone-
And thus,without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.