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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 30
XXX.
Except
to
heaven,
she
is
nothing;
Except
for
angels,
alone;
Except
to
some
bee,
A
flower
blown;
Except
for
winds,
local;
Except
by
butterflies,
Unseen
as
a
dew
That
on
the
acre
lies.
The
smallest
worker
in
the
grass,
Yet
take
her
from
the
lawn,
And
someone
has
lost
the
face
That
made
home!
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