Emily Dickinson, 679

 
Wannear’t de Nacht hast wykt -
Sá flak foar it Lemieren
Dat Romten taastber wurde -
Is ’t tiid en kjim it Hier -

En lis wat Glimkes klear -
Wêrom noch langer eangje
Foar Midsnacht - Ald - ferfage -
’t Wie near - in Oere mar -

 

When Night is almost done -
And Sunrise grows so near
That We can touch the Spaces -
It’s time to smooth the Hair -

And get the Dimples ready -
And wonder We could care
For that Old - faded Midnight -
That frightened - but an Hour -

 

F679 (J347). Ofbylding: Houghton Library, Harvard University, Cambridge, MA.

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