Emily Dickinson - When Night is almost done

347 <br /> <br />When Night is almost done— <br />And Sunrise grows so near <br />That we can touch the Spaces— <br />It's time to smooth the Hair— <br /> <br />And get the Dimples ready— <br />And wonder we could care <br />For that old—faded Midnight— <br />That frightened—but an Hour—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-night-is-almost-done/