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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 47
XLVII.
Adrift!
A
little
boat
adrift!
And
night
is
coming
down!
Will
no
one
guide
this
little
boat
To
the
nearest
town?
So
sailors
say,
on
yesterday,
Just
as
the
dusk
was
brown,
One
little
boat
gave
up
its
fight,
And
sank
down
and
down.
But
angels
say,
on
yesterday,
Just
as
the
dawn
was
red,
One
little
boat,
tired
by
gales,
Fixed
its
masts,
repaired
its
sails
Exultant,
onward
sped!
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