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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 22
XXII.
THE
JOURNEY.
Our
journey
had
gone
on;
Our
feet
were
almost
there
To
that
strange
fork
in
Being's
road,
Eternity
by
name.
Our
steps
took
sudden
fear,
Our
feet
slowly
moved.
Before
were
cities,
but
between,
The
forest
of
the
dead.
Going
back
was
not
possible,
—
Behind,
a
closed
way,
Eternity's
white
flag
ahead,
And
God
at
every
gate.
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