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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series

XXIII.

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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.

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