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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 27
XXVII.
INVISIBLE.
From
us
she
wandered
now
a
year,
Her
stay
unknown;
If
a
wilderness
stops
her
feet,
Or
that
heavenly
zone
No
eye
has
seen
and
lived,
We
must
not
know.
We
only
know
what
time
of
year
We
took
the
mystery.
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