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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 12
XII.
THE
MARTYRS.
Through
the
straight
pass
of
suffering
The
martyrs
even
trod,
Their
feet
upon
temptation,
Their
faces
upon
God.
A
stately,
shriven
company;
Convulsion
playing
round,
Harmless
as
streaks
of
meteor
Upon
a
planet's
bound.
Their
faith
the
everlasting
troth;
Their
expectation
fair;
The
needle
to
the
north
degree
Wades
so,
through
polar
air.
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