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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 3
III.
A
light
exists
in
spring
Not
present
through
the
year
At
any
other
time.
When
March
is
barely
here
A
color
spreads
abroad
On
lonely
hills
around
That
science
can't
explain,
But
human
hearts
have
found.
It
waits
upon
the
grass;
It
shows
the
furthest
tree
Upon
the
distant
slope
we
know;
It
almost
speaks
to
me.
Then,
as
horizons
shift,
Or
noons
fade
away,
Without
a
sound
or
word,
It
leaves,
and
here
we
stay:
A
sense
of
loss
That
affects
our
peace,
As
if
trade
suddenly
intruded
On
something
sacred.
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