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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386255" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There came a Day at Summer's full</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">322</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a Day at Summer's full,<br>Entirely for me—<br>I thought that such were for the Saints,<br>Where Resurrections—be—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun, as common, went abroad,<br>The flowers, accustomed, blew,<br>As if no soul the solstice passed<br>That maketh all things new—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time was scarce profaned, by speech—<br>The symbol of a word<br>Was needless, as at Sacrament,<br>The Wardrobe—of our Lord—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each was to each The Sealed Church,<br>Permitted to commune this—time—<br>Lest we too awkward show<br>At Supper of the Lamb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hours slid fast—as Hours will,<br>Clutched tight, by greedy hands—<br>So faces on two Decks, look back,<br>Bound to opposing lands—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so when all the time had leaked,<br>Without external sound<br>Each bound the Other's Crucifix—<br>We gave no other Bond—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sufficient troth, that we shall rise—<br>Deposed—at length, the Grave—<br>To that new Marriage,<br>Justified—through Calvaries of Love—</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386255" data-title="There came a Day at Summer's full de Emily Dickinson" data-description="322 There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections—be— The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That mak..."></div> </div> </div>
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