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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 49
XLIX.
NOVEMBER.
Besides
the
autumn
poets
sing,
A
few
plain
days
A
little
this
side
of
the
snow
And
that
side
of
the
haze.
A
few
sharp
mornings,
A
few
ascetic
eyes,
—
Gone
Mr.
Bryant's
golden-rod,
And
Mr.
Thomson's
sheaves.
Still
is
the
bustle
in
the
brook,
Sealed
are
the
spicy
valves;
Mesmeric
fingers
gently
touch
The
eyes
of
many
elves.
Perhaps
a
squirrel
may
remain,
My
sentiments
to
share.
Grant
me,
O
Lord,
a
sunny
mind,
Your
windy
will
to
bear!
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