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