Poems — Second Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

I Found the Phrase to Every Thought

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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