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!
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!
© Emily Dickinson