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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 26
XXVI.
Victory
comes
late,
And
is
held
low
to
freezing
lips
Too
numbed
with
frost
To
take
it.
How
sweet
it
would
have
tasted,
Just
a
drop!
Was
God
so
frugal?
His
table's
set
too
high
for
us
Unless
we
dine
on
tip-toe.
Crumbs
fit
such
little
mouths,
Cherries
suit
robins;
The
eagle's
golden
breakfast
Chokes
them.
God
keeps
his
promise
to
sparrows,
Who
of
little
love
Know
how
to
starve!
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