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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 15
XV.
I've
seen
a
dying
eye
Roam
around
a
room
In
search
of
something,
as
it
seemed,
Then
grow
cloudier;
And
then,
obscure
with
fog,
And
then
be
sealed
shut,
Without
revealing
what
it
sought,
It
was
a
blessing
to
have
seen.
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