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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 50
L.
THE
SOUL'S
STORM.
It
struck
me
every
day
The
lightning
was
new
As
if
the
cloud
just
opened
And
let
the
fire
through.
It
burned
me
at
night,
It
hurt
in
my
dream;
It
looked
fresh
every
morning
With
each
new
sunbeam.
I
thought
the
storm
was
quick,
—
The
wildest,
fastest
one;
But
Nature
forgot
the
time,
And
left
it
in
the
sky.
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