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A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Doubt If It Be Us
- A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
- A Door Just Opened On A Street
- I Died For Beauty
- 'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer