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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 49
XLIX.
This
merit
hath
the
worst,
—
It
cannot
be
again.
When
Fate
hath
taunted
last
And
thrown
her
furthest
stone,
The
maimed
may
pause
and
breathe,
And
glance
securely
round.
The
deer
invites
no
longer
Than
it
eludes
the
hound.
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