Emily Dickinson Poem

Our share of night to bear

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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!

Ourselves were wed one summer—dear
Our lives are Swiss—

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