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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 10
X.
THE
SLEEPING
FLOWERS.
"Whose
are
the
little
beds,"
I
asked,
Which
in
the
valleys
lie?
Some
shook
their
heads,
and
others
smiled,
And
no
one
replied.
"Perhaps
they
did
not
hear,"
I
said;
"I
will
ask
again.
Whose
are
the
beds,
the
tiny
beds
So
thick
upon
the
plain?"
"'T
is
daisy
in
the
shortest;
A
little
farther
on,
Nearest
the
door
to
wake
the
first,
Little
leontodon.
"'T
is
iris,
sir,
and
aster,
Anemone
and
bell,
Batschia
in
the
blanket
red,
And
chubby
daffodil."
Meanwhile
at
many
cradles
Her
busy
foot
she
moved,
Humming
the
oddest
lullaby
That
ever
rocked
a
child.
"Hush!
Epigea
wakes!
—
The
crocus
stirs
her
lids,
Rhodora's
cheek
is
crimson,
—
She's
dreaming
of
the
woods."
Then,
turning
from
them,
reverent,
"Their
bedtime
it
is,"
she
said;
"The
bumble-bees
will
wake
them
When
April
woods
are
red."
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