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What shall I do when the Summer troubles --

By Emily DickinsonSource: Emily Dickinson - PoetryDB (Public Domain)85 words

What, when the Rose is ripe --

What when the Eggs fly off in Music

From the Maple Keep?

What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup

Drop a Tune on me --

When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup

What will become of me?

Oh, when the Squirrel fills His Pockets

And the Berries stare

How can I bear their jocund Faces

Thou from Here, so far?

'Twouldn't afflict a Robin --

All His Goods have Wings --

I -- do not fly, so wherefore

My Perennial Things?

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