Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Resurgam
4. Sight
5. Remorse

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