Poem by 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. 

1. Love's Humility
2. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
3. Desire
4. Power
5. Is Bliss, Then, Such Abyss

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