Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Lost Thought

I felt a clearing in my mind
  As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
  But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join
  Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
  Like balls upon a floor.

1. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
2. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch
3. With Flowers (If recollecting were forgetting)
4. On the Tleakness of My Lot
5. A Portrait

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