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1830–1886

XX.

Emily Dickinson

A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish, — some way back, I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know I‘ ve met the thing before; It just reminded me —‘ t was all — And came my way no more.

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