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Our share of night to bear

by Emily Dickinson, 1890

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!

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson
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