Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
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Chapter 119 No.119

I found the phrase to every thought

I ever had, but one;

And that defies me, - as a hand

Did try to chalk the sun

To races nurtured in the dark; -

How would your own begin?

Can blaze be done in cochineal,

Or noon in mazarin?

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