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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 2 of 446 · First Series: Life

Poem 2

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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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