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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 5
V.
On
this
long
storm
the
rainbow
rose,
On
this
late
morn
the
sun;
The
clouds,
like
listless
elephants,
Horizons
straggled
down.
The
birds
rose
smiling
in
their
nests,
The
gales
indeed
were
done;
Alas!
how
heedless
were
the
eyes
On
whom
the
summer
shone!
The
quiet
nonchalance
of
death
No
daybreak
can
bestir;
The
slow
archangel's
syllables
Must
awaken
her.
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