Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886

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Our share of night to bear...

by Emily Dickinson

Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.

Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards -- day!

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Poems
Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston
 

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