Emily Dickinson - It can't be "Summer"! (221) lyrics
It can't be "Summer"! That—got through! It's early—yet—for "Spring"! There's that long town of White—to cross— Before the Blackbirds sing! It can't be "Dying"! It's too Rouge— The Dead shall go in White— So Sunset shuts my question down With Cuffs of Chrysolite!