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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 10
X.
THE
SLEEPING
FLOWERS.
"Whose
are
the
little
beds,"
I
asked,
Which
in
the
valleys
lie?
Some
shook
their
heads,
and
others
smiled,
And
no
one
answered
me.
"Maybe
they
did
not
hear,"
I
said;
"I
will
ask
again.
Whose
are
the
beds,
the
tiny
beds
So
many
on
the
plain?"
"'T
is
daisy
in
the
shortest;
A
little
farther
on,
Nearest
the
door
to
wake
first,
Little
leontodon.
"'T
is
iris,
sir,
and
aster,
Anemone
and
bell,
Batschia
in
the
red
blanket,
And
chubby
daffodil."
Meanwhile
at
many
cradles
She
worked
with
her
foot,
Humming
the
sweetest
lullaby
That
ever
rocked
a
child.
"Hush!
Epigea
wakes!
—
The
crocus
opens
her
eyes,
Rhodora's
cheek
is
red,
—
She's
dreaming
of
the
woods."
Then,
turning
from
them,
softly,
"Their
bed-time
it
is,"
she
said;
"The
bees
will
wake
them
When
April
woods
are
red."
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