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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 40
XL.
Three
weeks
passed
since
I
had
seen
her,
—
Some
disease
had
vexed;
'T
was
with
text
and
village
singing
I
beheld
her
next,
And
a
company
—
our
pleasure
To
discourse
alone;
Gracious
now
to
me
as
any,
Gracious
unto
none.
Borne,
without
dissent
of
either,
To
the
parish
night;
Of
the
separated
people
Which
are
out
of
sight?
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