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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 27
XXVII.
INDIAN
SUMMER.
These
are
the
days
when
birds
return,
A
few,
a
bird
or
two,
To
look
back
once
more.
These
are
the
days
when
skies
pretend
To
be
June
again,
—
A
blue
and
gold
mistake.
Oh,
trick
that
can't
fool
the
bee,
Almost
your
charm
Makes
me
believe,
Until
seeds
bear
witness,
And
softly
through
the
air
A
timid
leaf
flies!
Oh,
sacred
summer
days,
Oh,
last
communion
in
the
haze,
Let
a
child
join,
To
share
your
sacred
signs,
To
break
your
holy
bread,
Taste
your
eternal
wine!
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