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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 12
XII.
PSALM
OF
THE
DAY.
Something
in
a
summer's
day,
As
her
lights
fade
away,
Makes
me
solemnly.
Something
in
a
summer's
noon,
—
A
deep
blue,
a
silent
tune,
Gives
me
ecstasy.
And
in
a
summer's
night
Something
so
bright,
I
clap
my
hands
to
see;
Then
hide
my
face,
Lest
the
grace
Flutters
too
far
from
me.
The
magic
fingers
never
rest,
The
purple
brook
inside
the
chest
Still
moves
in
its
bed;
The
East
raises
her
amber
flag,
Guides
the
sun
along
the
crag
With
his
red
caravan,
Like
flowers
that
heard
of
dew,
But
never
thought
the
prize
Would
touch
their
brows;
Or
bees,
that
thought
summer's
name
Was
just
a
dream
No
summer
could
bring;
Or
Arctic
creatures,
moved
By
a
tropical
hint,
—
a
bird
Brought
to
the
wood;
Or
wind's
bright
signal
to
the
ear,
Making
the
familiar
clear,
Known
before
The
unexpected
heaven
came,
To
lives
that
thought
their
worship
Was
too
bold
a
psalm.
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