The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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On such a night, or such a night,Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from it's 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 sighThat such a little figure Too sound asleep did lieFor 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!