Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,

Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,
Pangless except for us —
Who slowly for the Mystery
Which thou hast leaped across!

Emily Dickinson

The Sunlight in Polar Night

Ridge to your bright Rendezvous,
Peaceful except for us —
Who solemnly await the Mystery
Which you have leaped across!

In Polar Night, Emily awaits the moment when Sunrise passes the baton to Sunset.