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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 47
XLVII.
Adrift!
A
little
boat
adrift!
And
night
is
coming
soon!
Will
no
one
guide
this
boat
To
the
nearest
town?
Sailors
said,
yesterday,
As
the
dusk
was
brown,
One
little
boat
stopped
its
fight,
And
sank
down
and
down.
But
angels
said,
yesterday,
As
the
dawn
was
red,
One
little
boat,
tired
from
storms,
Fixed
its
sails
and
moved
ahead!
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