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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 11
XI.
MY
ROSE.
Tiny
angels
gone
astray,
Velvet
people
from
Vevay,
Beauties
from
some
lost
summer
day,
Bees'
private
club.
Paris
could
not
make
the
fold
Held
down
with
emerald;
Venice
could
not
show
a
cheek
Of
a
tint
so
softly
bright.
Never
such
a
hidden
place
As
of
thorn
and
leaf
displayed
For
my
little
damask
maid.
I
would
rather
wear
her
grace
Than
an
earl's
famous
face;
I
would
rather
live
like
her
Than
be
Duke
of
Exeter
Enough
royalty
for
me
To
quiet
the
bumble-bee!
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