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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 2
II.
TOO
LATE.
Delayed
until
she
could
not
know,
Delayed
until
her
heart
was
cold
In
its
snowy
rest.
An
hour
late,
the
breath
was
gone,
Just
an
hour
behind
death,
Oh,
slow-moving
day!
If
she
had
known
it
would
be
so;
If
someone
had
shouted
joy
From
the
faraway
hill;
Had
happiness
not
been
so
slow,
Who
knows
if
her
face
Would
still
be
undefeated?
Oh,
if
any
leave
this
world
Forgotten
by
victory's
round,
Show
them
this
gentle
one,
Who
could
not
stop
to
be
a
king,
Unsure
if
it
wears
a
crown!
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