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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 24
XXIV.
EVENING.
The
cricket
sang,
And
set
the
sun,
And
workmen
finished,
one
by
one,
Their
seam
the
day
upon.
The
low
grass
wet
with
dew,
The
twilight
stood
as
strangers
do
With
hat
in
hand,
polite
and
new,
To
stay
or
go.
A
vastness,
as
a
neighbor,
came,
—
A
wisdom
without
face
or
name,
A
peace,
as
worlds
at
home,
—
And
so
the
night
became.
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