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. Ventures
2. Philosophy
3. This Merit Hath the Worst
4. Contrast
5. Disenchantment

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