Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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?

1. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
2. Setting Sail
3. Is Heaven a Physician?
4. So Bashful When I Spied Her
5. Too Much

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