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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 2, Poema 9
IX.
Have
you
got
a
brook
in
your
little
heart,
Where
bashful
flowers
blow,
And
blushing
birds
go
down
to
drink,
And
shadows
tremble
so?
And
nobody
knows,
so
still
it
flows,
That
any
brook
is
there;
And
yet
your
little
draught
of
life
Is
daily
drunken
there.
Then
look
out
for
the
little
brook
in
March,
When
the
rivers
overflow,
And
the
snows
come
hurrying
from
the
hills,
And
the
bridges
often
go.
And
later,
in
August
it
may
be,
When
the
meadows
parching
lie,
Beware,
lest
this
little
brook
of
life
Some
burning
noon
go
dry!
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