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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 34
XXXIV.
The
daisy
follows
soft
the
sun,
And
when
his
golden
walk
is
done,
Sits
shyly
at
his
feet.
He,
waking,
finds
the
flower
near.
Wherefore,
marauder,
art
thou
here?
Because,
sir,
love
is
sweet!
We
are
the
flower,
Thou
the
sun!
Forgive
us,
if
as
days
decline,
We
nearer
steal
to
Thee,
—
Enamoured
of
the
parting
west,
The
peace,
the
flight,
the
amethyst,
Night's
possibility!
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