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. Childish Griefs
2. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
3. Power
4. Is Bliss, Then, Such Abyss
5. Thanksgiving Day

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