poems from dickinson to otis phillips lord

The Summer that we did not prize,
Her treasures were so easy
Instructs us by departing now
And recognition lazy -

Bestirs itself - puts on it's Coat,
And scans with fatal promptness
For Trains that moment out of sight,
Unconscious of his smartness.

3. now] more
3. departure] derision
6] with what a fatal promptness
7. that moment ouf of sight] severely out of sight
8. Unconscious of his] Disdainful of his

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