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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 2
II.
TOO
LATE.
Delayed
until
she
knew
no
more,
Delayed
until
her
snowy
dress
Covered
her
loving
heart.
An
hour
behind
the
fleeting
breath,
Later
by
just
an
hour
than
death,
—
Oh,
yesterday
was
slow!
If
she
had
known
it
would
be
so;
If
a
joyful
crier
Had
climbed
the
distant
hill;
If
bliss
had
not
been
so
slow,
—
Who
knows
if
this
surrendered
face
Might
still
be
undefeated?
Oh,
if
any
departing
Are
forgotten
by
victory
In
her
imperial
round,
Show
them
this
humble
thing,
That
could
not
stop
to
be
a
king,
Unsure
if
it
is
crowned!
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