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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 26
XXVI.
THE
STORM.
There
came
a
wind
like
a
bugle;
It
quivered
through
the
grass,
And
a
green
chill
upon
the
heat
So
ominous
did
pass
We
barred
the
windows
and
the
doors
As
from
an
emerald
ghost;
The
doom's
electric
moccason
That
very
instant
passed.
On
a
strange
mob
of
panting
trees,
And
fences
fled
away,
And
rivers
where
the
houses
ran
The
living
looked
that
day.
The
bell
within
the
steeple
wild
The
flying
tidings
whirled.
How
much
can
come
And
much
can
go,
And
yet
abide
the
world!
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