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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 14
XIV.
I
went
to
thank
her,
But
she
slept;
Her
bed
a
funnelled
stone,
With
nosegays
at
the
head
and
foot,
That
travellers
had
thrown,
Who
went
to
thank
her;
But
she
slept.
'T
was
short
to
cross
the
sea
To
look
upon
her
like,
alive,
But
turning
back
't
was
slow.
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