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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 3
III.
Your
riches
showed
me
I
was
poor.
I
felt
rich
before
With
small
things
like
girls
can
have,
Till
large
as
the
sky,
You
moved
your
lands
To
a
different
place;
I
saw
all
poverty,
For
life
with
you
is
grace.
I
know
little
of
mines,
Just
names
of
gems,
The
colors
of
simple
stones;
And
barely
of
crowns
So
much
that,
if
I
met
the
queen,
I
would
know
her
glow:
But
this
must
be
a
different
wealth,
To
miss
it
makes
me
low.
I
think
it's
like
India
all
day
To
those
who
see
you
Without
stop,
without
blame,
—
I
wish
I
could
be
there
too!
I
think
it
is
Golconda,
Beyond
my
dreams,
—
To
have
your
smile
each
day,
Better
than
any
gem!
At
least,
I
know
There
is
a
gold,
Though
I
see
it
just
in
time
To
watch
it
unfold!
It's
far
treasure
to
guess,
And
think
of
the
pearl
That
slipped
through
my
fingers
When
I
was
a
girl!
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