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As imperceptibly as grief / 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.