EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON (1830-1886) While I was fearing it, it came, But came with less of fear, Because that fearing it so long Has almost made it dear. There is a fitting a dismay, A fitting a despair. 'Tis harder knowing it is due, Than knowing it is here. The trying on the utmost, The morning it is new, Is terribler than wearing it A whole existence through



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