Solemnizes.

A something in a summer’s Day

As slow her flambeaux burn away

Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon —

A depth — an Azure — a perfume —

Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night

A something so transporting bright

I clap my hands to see —

Then veil my too inspecting face

Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace

Flutter too far for me —

The wizard fingers never rest —

The purple brook within the breast

Still chafes it narrow bed —

Still rears the East her amber Flag —

Guides still the sun along the Crag

His Caravan of Red —

So looking on — the night — the morn

Conclude the wonder gay —

And I meet, coming thro’ the dews

Another summer’s Day!

Emily Dickinson