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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 38
XXXIX.
SAVED!
These
are
they
of
trouble
Known
by
white;
Shiny
clothes,
a
lesser
rank
Of
winners
bright.
All
these
win;
but
some
Win
many
times
Wear
nothing
but
snow,
No
prize
but
palms.
No
giving
up
here
On
this
high
land;
Loss
is
a
past
pain,
Like
a
far
mile.
Our
tired
feet
just
reach
When
night
eats
the
road;
But
we
whisper
in
the
house,
And
say
"Saved"!
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana