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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 27
XXVII.
INVISIBLE.
From
us
she
wandered
now
a
year,
Her
staying
unknown;
If
wild
stops
her
feet,
Or
that
high
place
No
eye
has
seen
and
lived,
We
do
not
know.
We
only
know
what
time
of
year
We
took
the
mystery.
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