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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 12
XII.
PSALM
OF
THE
DAY.
Something
in
a
summer's
day,
As
slow
the
light
fades
away,
Makes
me
feel
deep.
Something
in
a
summer's
noon,
—
A
deep
blue,
a
silent
tune,
Beyond
joy.
And
still
in
a
summer's
night
Something
so
bright,
I
clap
my
hands
to
see;
Then
cover
my
face,
Lest
the
shining
grace
Goes
too
far
for
me.
The
magic
fingers
never
rest,
The
purple
stream
inside
Still
moves
its
narrow
bed;
Still
the
East
raises
her
flag,
Guides
the
sun
along
the
path
His
red
journey.
Like
flowers
that
heard
the
dew's
tale,
But
never
thought
the
prize
Waited
for
them;
Or
bees,
that
thought
summer's
name
Was
just
a
dream
No
summer
could
bring;
Or
Arctic
creatures,
stirred
By
a
warm
hint,
—
a
bird
Brought
to
the
woods;
Or
wind's
bright
signal
to
the
ear,
Making
the
familiar
Known,
before
The
heaven
unexpected
came,
To
lives
that
thought
their
praise
Was
too
bold
a
song.
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