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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 12
XII.
As
by
the
dead
we
love
to
sit,
Become
so
wondrous
dear,
As
for
the
lost
we
cling,
Though
all
the
rest
are
here,
—
In
broken
calculations
We
measure
our
prize,
Vast,
in
its
fading
ratio,
To
our
needy
eyes!
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