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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 23
XXIII.
A
poor
tired
heart,
a
worn
heart,
Sat
down
to
rest,
Not
seeing
the
day
Turn
silver
in
the
west,
Not
noticing
night
come
softly
Nor
stars
shine,
Focused
on
the
vision
Of
unknown
places.
The
angels,
passing
by,
Saw
this
tired
heart;
Gently
took
it
from
work
And
carried
it
to
God.
There,
—
shoes
for
bare
feet;
There,
—
gathered
from
the
winds,
The
blue
heavens
by
the
hand
Lead
the
wandering
sails.
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