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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 31
XXXI.
I
meant
to
find
her
when
I
came;
Death
had
the
same
design;
But
the
success
was
his,
it
seems,
And
the
discomfit
mine.
I
meant
to
tell
her
how
I
longed
For
just
this
single
time;
But
Death
had
told
her
so
the
first,
And
she
had
hearkened
him.
To
wander
now
is
my
abode;
To
rest,
—
to
rest
would
be
A
privilege
of
hurricane
To
memory
and
me.
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