A Poem by Emily Dickenson

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A poem by Emily Dickinson

The First Day's Night Had Come


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 the a Day as huge
As Yesterday in pairs
Unrolled its horror on my face-
Until it blocked my eyes.