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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 16
XVI.
SECRETS.
The
skies
can't
keep
their
secret!
They
tell
it
to
the
hills
—
The
hills
just
tell
the
orchards
—
And
they
the
daffodils!
A
bird,
by
chance,
that
goes
that
way
Soft
overheard
the
whole.
If
I
should
bribe
the
little
bird,
Who
knows
but
she
would
tell?
I
think
I
won't,
however,
It's
finer
not
to
know;
If
summer
were
an
axiom,
What
sorcery
had
snow?
So
keep
your
secret,
Father!
I
would
not,
if
I
could,
Know
what
the
sapphire
fellows
do,
In
your
new-fashioned
world!
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