Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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!

1. The Brain Within Its Groove
2. Suspense
3. Unreturning
4. The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me
5. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave

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