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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 34
XXXIV.
Unnecessary
was
the
sun
When
excellence
is
gone;
He
was
unneeded
every
day,
For
every
day
is
said
That
word
whose
faith
Just
saves
it
from
despair,
And
whose
'I'll
meet
you'
hesitates
If
love
asks,
'Where?'
Upon
his
timeless
fame
Our
periods
may
lie,
As
stars
that
drop
unnamed
From
a
vast
sky.
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