While we were fearing it, it came -- by Emily Dickinson
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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