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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 4
IV.
We
cover
your
sweet
face.
Not
from
weariness
of
you,
But
because
you
tire
of
us;
Remember,
as
you
depart,
We
follow
you
until
You
notice
us
no
more,
And
then,
reluctantly,
we
turn
away
To
ponder
you
again
and
again,
And
lament
the
scanty
love
We
were
content
to
show,
Which
would
be
magnified
a
hundredfold
If
you
would
accept
it
now.
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