Life II. Our share of night to bear (113), por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life II. Our share of night to bear (113)

Part One: Life

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!

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