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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 23
XXIII.
A
tired
heart,
a
worn
heart,
It
sat
to
rest,
Not
seeing
the
day
Turn
silver
to
the
west,
Not
seeing
night
fall
Or
stars
shine,
Focused
on
the
dream
Of
unknown
places.
The
angels
came
by,
Saw
this
dusty
heart;
Gently
took
it
from
work
And
carried
it
to
God.
There,
—
shoes
for
bare
feet;
There,
—
gathered
from
winds,
The
blue
skies
by
the
hand
Lead
the
wandering
sails.
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