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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 34
XXXIV.
The
sun
is
extra
When
greatness
is
gone;
He
is
extra
every
day,
For
every
day
is
said
That
word
whose
hope
Just
saves
it
from
despair,
And
whose
'I'll
meet
you'
pauses
If
love
asks,
'Where?'
On
his
endless
fame
Our
times
may
lie,
As
stars
that
fall
without
name
From
a
full
sky.
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