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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 35
XXXVI.
TILL
THE
END.
I
wouldn't
dare
to
leave
my
friend,
Because
—
if
he
should
die
While
I
was
gone,
and
I
—
too
late
—
Would
reach
the
heart
that
needed
me;
If
I
should
fail
the
eyes
That
searched
so
hard
to
see,
And
couldn't
close
until
They
"noticed"
me
—
they
noticed
me;
If
I
should
hurt
the
patient
faith
So
sure
I'd
come
—
so
sure
I'd
come,
It
listening,
listening,
went
to
sleep
Saying
my
late
name,
—
My
heart
would
wish
it
broke
before,
Since
breaking
then,
since
breaking
then,
Would
be
as
useless
as
morning's
sun,
Where
midnight
frosts
had
lain!
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