243 I've known a Heaven, like a Tent [Russian translation]

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent—

To wrap its shining Yards—

Pluck up its stakes, and disappear—

Without the sound of Boards

Or Rip of Nail—Or Carpenter—

But just the miles of Stare—

That signalize a Show's Retreat—

In North America—

No Trace—no Figment of the Thing

That dazzled, Yesterday,

No Ring—no Marvel—

Men, and Feats—

Dissolved as utterly—

As Bird's far Navigation

Discloses just a Hue—

A plash of Oars, a Gaiety—

Then swallowed up, of View.

• Artist:Emily Dickinson