Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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!

1. A Service of Song
2. Love’s Baptism
3. Psalm of the Day
4. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave
5. If You Were Coming in the Fall

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