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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 22
XXII.
THE
JOURNEY.
Our
journey
had
moved
on;
Our
feet
were
almost
at
That
strange
fork
in
Being's
road,
Eternity
by
name.
Our
pace
took
sudden
awe,
Our
feet
reluctantly
led.
Before
were
cities,
but
between,
The
forest
of
the
dead.
Going
back
was
hopeless,
—
Behind,
a
closed
path,
Eternity's
white
flag
ahead,
And
God
at
every
gate.
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