930 br br There is a June when Corn is cut br And Roses in the Seed— br A Summer briefer than the first br But tenderer indeed br br As should a Face supposed the Grave's br Emerge a single Noon br In the Vermilion that it wore br Affect us, and return— br br Two Seasons, it is said, exist— br The Summer of the Just, br And this of Ours, diversified br With Prospect, and with Frost— br br May not our Second with its First br So infinite compare br That We but recollect the one br The other to prefer?br br Emily Dickinsonbr br