Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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. Deed
2. Good Night! Which Put the Candle out?
3. Time's Lesson
4. The Shelter
5. Remorse

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