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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 37
XLVII.
SUMMER'S
OBSEQUIES.
The
blue
flower
grows,
The
red
leaves
fall.
My
flowers
say
goodbye,
They
do
not
need
a
show.
A
short
time
to
rest,
An
hour
to
get
ready;
And
one
who
leaves
today,
Is
with
the
angels
now.
It
was
a
small
group,
—
The
bird
was
there,
An
old
bee
spoke
to
us,
Then
we
prayed.
We
hope
she
is
happy,
—
We
want
to
be
too.
Summer,
sister,
angel,
We
want
to
go
with
you!
In
the
name
of
the
bee
And
the
butterfly
And
the
wind,
amen!
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana