Johannes Brahms - Symphony No. 3 Poco Allegreto, Brahms - Symphony No. 3 - Poco Allegreto
I like this peaceful video with the wonderful pictures of scenery. I hope you enjoy it, too.
Emily Dickinson poems don't seem to have titles but this one is about summer slipping away.
| AS imperceptibly as grief | |
| The summer lapsed away,— | |
| Too imperceptible, at last, | |
| To seem like perfidy. | |
| A quietness distilled, | 5 | 
| As twilight long begun, | |
| Or Nature, spending with herself | |
| Sequestered afternoon. | |
| The dusk drew earlier in, | |
| The morning foreign shone,— | 10 | 
| A courteous, yet harrowing grace, | |
| As guest who would be gone. | |
| And thus, without a wing, | |
| Or service of a keel, | |
| Our summer made her light escape | 15 | 
| Into the beautiful. | 
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