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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 27
XXVII.
INVISIBLE.
From
us
she
wandered
now
a
year,
Her
tarrying
unknown;
If
wilderness
prevent
her
feet,
Or
that
ethereal
zone
No
eye
hath
seen
and
lived,
We
ignorant
must
be.
We
only
know
what
time
of
year
We
took
the
mystery.
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