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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 24
XXIV.
EVENING.
The
cricket
sang,
And
set
the
sun,
And
workmen
finished,
one
by
one,
Their
seam
the
day
upon.
The
low
grass
loaded
with
the
dew,
The
twilight
stood
as
strangers
do
With
hat
in
hand,
polite
and
new,
To
stay
as
if,
or
go.
A
vastness,
as
a
neighbor,
came,
—
A
wisdom
without
face
or
name,
A
peace,
as
hemispheres
at
home,
—
And
so
the
night
became.
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