Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/The last of summer is delight

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THE last of summer is delight
Deterred by retrospect,
'Tis ecstasy's revealed review,
Enchantment's syndicate.

To meet it, nameless as it is,
Without celestial mail,
Audacious as without a knock
To walk within the vale.

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