The first Day's Night had come by Emily Dickinson
The first Day's Night had come -- And grateful that a thing So terrible -- had been endured -- I told my Soul to sing --
She said her Strings were snapt -- Her Bow -- to Atoms blown -- And so to mend her -- gave me work Until another Morn --
And then -- a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face -- Until it blocked my eyes --
My Brain -- begun to laugh -- I mumbled -- like a fool -- And tho' 'tis Years ago -- that Day -- My Brain keeps giggling -- still.
And Something's odd -- within -- That person that I was -- And this One -- do not feel the same -- Could it be Madness -- this?
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