Poems (Dickinson)/Dawn

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For works with similar titles, see Dawn.
For other versions of this work, see When Night is almost done—.
603216Poems — Dawn1890Emily Dickinson

XVII.

DAWN.

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.