When Night is almost done —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
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 —
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It swallows substance up —
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A charm invests a face
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The lady dare not lift her veil …
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It quivered through the Grass
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