Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| WHILE I was fearing it, it came, | |
| But came with less of fear, | |
| Because that fearing it so long | |
| Had almost made it dear. | |
| There is a fitting a dismay, | 5 |
| A fitting a despair. | |
| T is harder knowing it is due, | |
| Than knowing it is here. | |
| The trying on the utmost, | |
| The morning it is new, | 10 |
| Is terribler than wearing it | |
| A whole existence through. | |
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