AS SUMMER INTO AUTUMN SLIPS - by Emily Dickinson

AS  SUMMER  INTO AUTUMN  SLIPS  by Emily Dickinson As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And almost count it an Affront The presence to concede Of one however lovely, not The one that we have loved  So we evade the charge of Years On one attempting shy The Circumvention of the Shaft Of Life's Declivity.