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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 17
XVII.
A
dew
was
enough
And
filled
a
leaf,
And
thought,
'how
big
a
destiny!
How
small
is
life!'
The
sun
went
to
work,
The
day
went
to
play,
But
not
again
that
dew
was
seen
By
face
or
eye.
Whether
by
day
taken,
Or
dried
by
the
sun
Into
the
sea,
in
passing,
Never
to
be
known.
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