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. Memorials
2. I Went to Heaven
3. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
4. There Is a Shame of Nobleness
5. Triumph

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