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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part One: Life

XXXI

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?