Emily Dickinson

On Such A Night, Or Such A Night

poem 146

On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair So quiet Oh how quiet, That nobody might know But that the little figure Rocked softer to and fro On such a dawn, or such a dawn Would anybody sigh That such a little figure Too sound asleep did lie For Chanticleer to wake it Or stirring house below Or giddy bird in orchard Or early task to do? There was a little figure plump For every little knoll Busy needles, and spools of thread And trudging feet from school Playmates, and holidays, and nuts And visions vast and small Strange that the feet so precious charged Should reach so small a goal!

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