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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 5
V.
THE
SUN'S
WOOING.
The
sun
just
touched
the
morning;
The
morning,
joyful
thing,
Thought
he
had
come
to
stay,
And
life
would
be
forever
spring.
She
felt
herself
superior,
—
A
raised,
ethereal
thing;
Henceforth
for
her
what
holiday!
Meanwhile,
her
spinning
king
Moved
slowly
through
the
orchards
His
proud,
adorned
hems,
Leaving
a
new
desire,
—
The
need
for
diadems!
The
morning
fluttered,
wavered,
Searched
weakly
for
her
crown,
—
Her
unanointed
forehead
Now
her
only
one.
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