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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 14
XIV.
IN
SHADOW.
I
feared
that
first
robin
so,
But
he
is
here
now,
And
I
am
used
to
him,
—
He
hurts
a
little,
though.
I
thought
if
I
could
live
Till
that
first
sound
was
gone,
Not
all
pianos
in
woods
Could
hurt
me.
I
did
not
meet
the
daffodils,
For
fear
their
yellow
dress
Would
hurt
me
So
strange
to
my
own.
I
wished
the
grass
would
grow,
So
when
it
was
time
to
see,
He
'd
be
too
tall
To
look
at
me.
I
did
not
want
the
bees
to
come,
I
wished
they
'd
stay
away
In
those
far
places:
What
word
had
they
for
me?
They
're
here,
though;
not
one
failed,
No
flower
stayed
away
In
kindness
to
me,
The
Queen.
Each
one
greets
me
as
he
goes,
And
I
my
small
plumes
Lift,
in
sad
thanks
Of
their
drums.
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