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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 26
XXVI.
THE
STORM.
A
wind
came
like
a
trumpet;
It
trembled
through
the
grass,
And
a
green
chill
swept
over
The
heat,
ominous
to
pass.
We
shut
the
doors
and
windows
As
from
an
emerald
ghost;
The
storm's
electric
footfall
That
very
moment
crossed.
On
a
strange
crowd
of
shaking
trees,
And
fences
ran
away,
And
rivers
where
the
houses
stood
The
living
watched
that
day.
The
bell
within
the
steeple
wild
Spread
the
flying
news.
So
much
can
come
Yet
so
much
go,
And
still
the
world
endures!
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