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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 4
IV.
DAY'S
PARLOR.
The
day
came
slowly,
till
five,
Then
jumped
over
hills
Like
bright
rubies,
or
the
light
A
sudden
gun
might
spill.
The
purple
could
not
hold
the
east,
The
sunrise
shook
out,
Like
topaz,
packed
a
night,
The
lady
just
unrolled.
The
happy
winds
took
their
drums;
The
birds
lined
up
Around
their
prince
(The
wind
is
their
prince).
The
orchard
sparkled
like
a
jewel,
—
How
grand
it
was
to
stay
A
guest
in
this
big
place,
The
parlor
of
the
day!
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