trampe videre inn i neste morgen

She got up,
climbed the attic stair in the dark, and stilly opened
the stairhead door. Bruce was hunched over a book, like a hawk
killing a rabbit; the smoky lamp by his shoulder
haloed him with dull light, the long room was cavernous
dark under the ship's-keel roof.

Fra diktet Mara av Robinson Jeffers.