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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 46
XLVI.
Heart
not
so
heavy
as
mine,
Wending
late
home,
As
it
passed
my
window
Whistled
itself
a
tune,
—
A
careless
snatch,
a
ballad,
A
ditty
of
the
street;
Yet
to
my
irritated
ear
An
anodyne
so
sweet,
It
was
as
if
a
bobolink,
Sauntering
this
way,
Carolled
and
mused
and
carolled,
Then
bubbled
slow
away.
It
was
as
if
a
chirping
brook
Upon
a
toilsome
way
Set
bleeding
feet
to
minuets
Without
the
knowing
why.
To-morrow,
night
will
come
again,
Weary,
perhaps,
and
sore.
Ah,
bugle,
by
my
window,
I
pray
you
stroll
once
more!
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