Emily Dickinson - Further in Summer than the Birds (1068) lyrics

Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Gra** A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Ma**. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now