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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 10, Poema 10
X.
FORGOTTEN.
There
is
a
word
That
bears
a
sword
Can
pierce
an
armored
man.
It
hurls
its
barbed
syllables,—
And
then
is
mute
again.
But
where
it
fell
The
saved
will
tell
On
patriotic
day,
Some
epauletted
brother
Gave
his
breath
away.
Wherever
runs
the
breathless
sun,
Wherever
roams
the
day,
There
is
its
silent
onset,
There
is
its
victory!
Behold
the
keenest
marksman!
The
most
accomplished
shot!
Time's
sublimest
target
Is
a
soul
'forgot'!
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