Pomes (Series one) by Emily Dickinson.

VI

If you can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life from aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

Pomes (Series one) by Emily Dickinson

Sometimes I read poems. I read Dickinson a time ago.

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!