“I Know A Place Where Summer Strives” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

  I know a place where summer strives
    With such a practised frost,
    She each year leads her daisies back,
    Recording briefly, “Lost.”

    But when the south wind stirs the pools
    And struggles in the lanes,
    Her heart misgives her for her vow,
    And she pours soft refrains

    Into the lap of adamant,
    And spices, and the dew,
    That stiffens quietly to quartz,
    Upon her amber shoe.