The Mind
The last of summer is delight
From Further Poems of Emily Dickinson (1929)
The Mind
The last of summer is delight
Deterred by retrospect,
'Tis ecstasy's revealed review,
Enchantment's syndicate.
To meet it, nameless as it is,
Without celestial mail,
Audacious as without a knock
To walk within the vale.
Cite this poem
MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “The last of summer is delight.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/584/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “The last of summer is delight.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/584/.
Read this poem with the Codex →