Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Inevitable

WHILE I was fearing it, it came,
     But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long
     Had almost made it dear.
There is a fitting a dismay,
     A fitting a despair.
'Tis harder knowing it is due,
     Than knowing it is here.
The trying on the utmost,
     The morning it is new,
Is terribler than wearing it
     A whole existence through.