每天读一点英文:那些年那些诗 43 夏之逃逸

As imperceptibly as grief

Emily Dickinson

The summer lapsed away,—
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.
　　
A quietness distilled,
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
Sequestered afternoon.
　　
The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone,—
A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
As guest who would be gone.
　　
And thus, without a wing,
Or service of a keel,
Our summer made her light escape
Into the beautiful.