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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 13
XIII.
A
PRAYER.
I
meant
to
have
but
modest
needs,
Such
as
content,
and
heaven;
Within
my
income
these
could
lie,
And
life
and
I
keep
even.
But
since
the
last
included
both,
It
would
suffice
my
prayer
But
just
for
one
to
stipulate,
And
grace
would
grant
the
pair.
And
so,
upon
this
wise
I
prayed,
—
Great
Spirit,
give
to
me
A
heaven
not
so
large
as
yours,
But
large
enough
for
me.
A
smile
suffused
Jehovah's
face;
The
cherubim
withdrew;
Grave
saints
stole
out
to
look
at
me,
And
showed
their
dimples,
too.
I
left
the
place
with
all
my
might,
—
My
prayer
away
I
threw;
The
quiet
ages
picked
it
up,
And
Judgment
twinkled,
too,
That
one
so
honest
be
extant
As
take
the
tale
for
true
That
"Whatsoever
you
shall
ask,
Itself
be
given
you."
But
I,
grown
shrewder,
scan
the
skies
With
a
suspicious
air,
—
As
children,
swindled
for
the
first,
All
swindlers
be,
infer.
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