Author Emily Dickinson 'Twas here my summer pausedWhat ripeness after thenTo other scene or other soulMy sentence had begun.To winter to removeWith winter to abideGo manacle your icicleAgainst your Tropic Bride. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments