A something in a summer's DayAs slow her flambeaux burn awayWhich solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon --A depth -- an Azure -- a perfume --Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer's nightA something so transporting brightI clap my hands to see -- Then veil my too inspecting faceLets such a subtle -- shimmering graceFlutter too far for me -- The wizard fingers never rest --The purple brook within the breastStill chafes it narrow bed -- Still rears the East her amber Flag --Guides still the sun along the CragHis Caravan of Red -- So looking on -- the night -- the mornConclude the wonder gay --And I meet, coming thro' the dewsAnother summer's Day!

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Creator: Emily Dickinson
Nationality / cultural background: American
Work / edition: Before 1886

Historical public-domain poem. Verse and line breaks retained.

In the source: A something in a summer's Day

Selected for the Brief on 29 Sep 2026. This date records our selection, rather than when the work was created.