Why should we hurry — why indeed?
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When every way we fly
We are molested equally
By immortality.
No respite from the inference
That this which is begun,
Though where its labors lie
A bland uncertainty
Besets the sight
This mighty night -
This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.
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