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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 11, Poema 3
III.
A
light
exists
in
spring
Not
present
on
the
year
At
any
other
period.
When
March
is
scarcely
here
A
color
stands
abroad
On
solitary
hills
That
science
cannot
overtake,
But
human
nature
feels.
It
waits
upon
the
lawn;
It
shows
the
furthest
tree
Upon
the
furthest
slope
we
know;
It
almost
speaks
to
me.
Then,
as
horizons
step,
Or
noons
report
away,
Without
the
formula
of
sound,
It
passes,
and
we
stay:
A
quality
of
loss
Affecting
our
content,
As
trade
had
suddenly
encroached
Upon
a
sacrament.
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