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?
The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more distinctly seen, --
As laces just reveal the surge
Or mists the Apennine.
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