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，幽灵般的草坪
在那喘不上气的蜜蜂追到之前 -
像沙漠中汩汩的小溪
在将亡之人的耳边流过 -
像夜空燃烧的塔尖
在合眼之前看在眼里的 -
像遥远的天堂 -
悬于一只手。