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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 3
III.
You
taught
me
poor.
I
was
rich
With
small
things,
—
Till
you
came,
You
moved
away
To
a
new
place;
I
felt
poor,
But
happy
with
you.
I
know
little
of
gems,
Just
their
names,
—
The
colors
I
know;
Not
much
of
crowns
But
if
I
saw
a
queen,
I
would
know
her;
This
is
a
new
wealth,
To
miss
it
is
sad.
I
know
you
are
gold
To
those
who
see
you
Without
blame,
—
I
want
to
be
with
you!
You
are
like
treasure,
More
than
I
can
think,
—
To
have
your
smile
Is
better
than
a
gem!
At
least,
I
know
There
is
gold,
Though
I
see
it
Far
away!
It
is
a
treasure
And
a
pearl
That
slipped
away
When
I
was
a
girl!
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana