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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 34
XXXIV.
STORM.
It
sounded
as
if
the
streets
were
running,
And
then
the
streets
stood
still.
Eclipse
was
all
we
could
see
at
the
window,
And
awe
was
all
we
could
feel.
By
and
by
the
boldest
stole
out
of
his
covert,
To
see
if
time
was
there.
Nature
was
in
her
beryl
apron,
Mixing
fresher
air.
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