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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part One: Life

XVII

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.