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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 8
VIII.
I
have
not
told
my
garden
yet,
Lest
that
should
stop
me;
I
have
not
the
strength
now
To
tell
it
to
the
bee.
I
will
not
say
it
in
the
street,
For
shops
would
stare,
that
I,
So
shy,
so
very
small,
Should
have
the
face
to
die.
The
hills
must
not
know
it,
Where
I
have
walked
so,
Nor
tell
the
loving
trees
The
day
that
I
shall
go,
Nor
say
it
at
the
table,
Nor
carelessly
by
the
way
Hint
that
inside
the
riddle
One
will
walk
today!
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