II.

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 lost their way,
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards -- day!

--- Emily Dickinson

Autumn

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown,
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

--- Emily Dickinson

Thanks All friends, known and unknown, Thanks for your Happy Birthday chanting.