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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 19
XIX.
A
SNAKE.
Sweet
is
the
swamp
with
its
secrets,
Until
we
meet
a
snake;
'T
is
then
we
sigh
for
houses,
And
our
departure
take
At
that
enthralling
gallop
That
only
childhood
knows.
A
snake
is
summer's
treason,
And
guile
is
where
it
goes.
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