Тот долгий День уныло полз -
Осей был слышен скрип,
Им, не осилившим подъём,
Казалось, ход претит.
Я душу позвала тогда –
Ждать не хватало сил –
Мы поиграли и пришли,
А Дня и след простыл.
Emily Dickinson - 1120
This slow Day moved along—
I heard its axles go
As if they could not hoist themselves
They hated motion so—
I told my soul to come—
It was no use to wait—
We went and played and came again
And it was out of sight—