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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 2
II.
TOO
LATE.
Delayed
till
she
had
ceased
to
know,
Delayed
till
in
its
vest
of
snow
Her
loving
bosom
lay.
An
hour
behind
the
fleeting
breath,
Later
by
just
an
hour
than
death,
—
Oh,
lagging
yesterday!
Could
she
have
guessed
that
it
would
be;
Could
but
a
crier
of
the
glee
Have
climbed
the
distant
hill;
Had
not
the
bliss
so
slow
a
pace,
—
Who
knows
but
this
surrendered
face
Were
undefeated
still?
Oh,
if
there
may
departing
be
Any
forgot
by
victory
In
her
imperial
round,
Show
them
this
meek
apparelled
thing,
That
could
not
stop
to
be
a
king,
Doubtful
if
it
be
crowned!
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