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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 22
XXII.
THE
JOURNEY.
Our
journey
had
gone
on;
Our
feet
were
almost
there
To
that
strange
fork
in
life's
road,
Eternity
by
name.
Our
pace
took
sudden
awe,
Our
feet
slow
led.
Before
were
cities,
but
between,
The
forest
of
the
dead.
Going
back
was
out
of
hope,
—
Behind,
a
closed
road,
Eternity's
white
flag
before,
And
God
at
every
gate.
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