"Our share of night to bear"

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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!


 
from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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