Emily Dickinson - Her final Summer was it lyrics

Her final Summer was it And yet We guessed it not If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought A further force of life Developed from within When d**h lit all the shortness up It made the hurry plain We wondered at our blindness When nothing was to see But Her Carrara Guide post At Our Stupidity When duller than our dullness The Busy Darling lay So busy was she—finishing So leisurely—were We