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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 37
XLIII.
THE
JUGGLER
OF
DAY.
Shining
in
gold
and
fading
in
purple,
Jumping
like
leopards
in
the
sky,
Then
near
the
old
horizon's
edge
Laying
her
spotted
face,
to
rest;
Bending
down
low
like
an
otter,
Touching
the
roof
and
coloring
the
barn,
Saying
goodbye
to
the
meadow,
—
And
the
juggler
of
day
is
gone!
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