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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 7
VII.
I
read
my
sentence
steadily,
Reviewed
it
with
my
eyes,
To
ensure
I
made
no
mistake
In
its
harshest
clause,
—
The
date,
and
manner
of
the
shame;
And
then
the
solemn
phrase
That
"God
have
mercy"
on
the
soul
The
jury
condemned.
I
made
my
soul
familiar
With
her
final
end,
So
that
at
last
it
wouldn't
be
A
new
agony,
But
she
and
Death,
acquainted,
Meet
calmly
as
friends,
Greet
and
pass
without
a
hint
—
And
there
the
matter
ends.
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