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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 4
IV.
THE
WAKING
YEAR.
A
lady
red
on
the
hill
Keeps
her
secret
well;
A
lady
white
in
the
field
Sleeps
like
a
lily
still.
Breezes
sweep
with
brooms
The
vale,
hill,
and
tree!
Tell
me,
my
dear
friends,
Who
else
will
we
see?
The
neighbors
do
not
know
yet!
The
woods
share
a
smile
—
Orchard,
buttercup,
and
bird
—
In
a
short
while!
Yet
how
still
the
land
stands,
How
calm
the
woods
are,
As
if
new
life
coming
Is
not
strange
by
far!
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