I Found the Phrase to Every Thought, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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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I Found the Phrase to Every Thought

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