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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 4
IV.
DAY'S
PARLOR.
The
day
came
slow,
till
five
o'clock,
Then
sprang
before
the
hills
Like
hindered
rubies,
or
the
light
A
sudden
musket
spills.
The
purple
could
not
keep
the
east,
The
sunrise
shook
from
fold,
Like
breadths
of
topaz,
packed
a
night,
The
lady
just
unrolled.
The
happy
winds
their
timbrels
took;
The
birds,
in
docile
rows,
Arranged
themselves
around
their
prince
(The
wind
is
prince
of
those).
The
orchard
sparkled
like
a
Jew,
—
How
mighty
't
was,
to
stay
A
guest
in
this
stupendous
place,
The
parlor
of
the
day!
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