While we were fearing it, it came—
Emily Dickinson
1277 While we were fearing it, it came— But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it fair— There is a Fitting—a Dismay— A Fitting—a Despair ’Tis harder knowing it is Due Than knowing it is Here. They Trying on the Utmost The Morning it is new Is Terribler than wearing it A whole existence through.
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