Our share of night to bear —
II.
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!
poem by Emily Dickinson from Poems (1890)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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