F1.1.7 Flees so the phantom meadow

F1.1.7 （Fascicle one Sheet one Stanza 7)
From Emily Dickinson’s Poems As She Preserved Them. Edited by Christine Miller

Flees so the phantom meadow
Before the breathless Bee -
So bubble brooks in deserts
On ears that dying lie -
Burn so the evening spires
To eyes that Closing go -
Hangs so distant Heaven -
To a hand below.

快逃吧，幽靈般的草坪
在那喘不上氣的蜜蜂追到之前 -
像沙漠中汩汩的小溪
在將亡之人的耳邊流過 -
像夜空燃燒的塔尖
在合眼之前看在眼裏的 -
像遙遠的天堂 -
懸於一隻手。