1540 br br As imperceptibly as Grief br The Summer lapsed away— br Too imperceptible at last br To seem like Perfidy— br A Quietness distilled br As Twilight long begun, br Or Nature spending with herself br Sequestered Afternoon— br The Dusk drew earlier in— br The Morning foreign shone— br A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, br As Guest, that would be gone— br And thus, without a Wing br Or service of a Keel br Our Summer made her light escape br Into the Beautiful.