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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 15
XV.
I've
seen
a
dying
eye
Run
round
and
round
a
room
In
search
of
something,
as
it
seemed,
Then
cloudier
become;
And
then,
obscure
with
fog,
And
then
be
soldered
down,
Without
disclosing
what
it
be,
'T
were
blessed
to
have
seen.
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