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Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank i scoring.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards -- Day!
--Emily Dickinson
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"Almost!"
Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed an hour ago.
--Emily Dickinson
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I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if a chart were given.
--Emily Dickinson
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Refuge
The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff--
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
--Emily Dickinson
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I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, --the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
--Emily Dickinson
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A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang;
And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
Doubtless, he thought it meet of him
To say good by to men.
--Emily Dickinson
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