Poem: Our share of night to bear

 Our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, 

Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. 

Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. 

Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards — day!

Dickinson, Emily. Collected Poems (AmazonClassics Edition) (pp. 5-6). Kindle Edition. 

Thoughts:

So far, I have to say I enjoy Emily's poems, but I can't say I really understand them. On a nonverbal level there's some understanding, but not anything I can really put into words.