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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 2
II.
TOO
LATE.
Delayed
until
she
ceased
to
comprehend,
Delayed
until
in
her
icy
shroud
Her
loving
heart
lay
still.
An
hour
behind
the
fleeting
breath,
Just
an
hour
later
than
death,
—
Oh,
tardy
yesterday!
Could
she
have
foreseen
this
fate;
Could
a
herald
of
joy
Have
ascended
the
distant
hill;
Had
bliss
not
tarried
so,
Who
knows
if
this
surrendered
face
Might
still
remain
undefeated?
Oh,
if
there
may
be
any
forgotten
By
victory
in
her
imperial
sweep,
Show
them
this
humble
thing,
That
could
not
pause
to
be
a
king,
Uncertain
if
it
be
crowned!
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