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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 47
XLVII.
SUMMER'S
OBSEQUIES.
The
gentian
weaves
her
fringes,
The
maple's
loom
is
red.
My
departing
blossoms
Obviate
parade.
A
brief,
but
patient
illness,
An
hour
to
prepare;
And
one,
below
this
morning,
Is
where
the
angels
are.
It
was
a
short
procession,
—
The
bobolink
was
there,
An
aged
bee
addressed
us,
And
then
we
knelt
in
prayer.
We
trust
that
she
was
willing,
—
We
ask
that
we
may
be.
Summer,
sister,
seraph,
Let
us
go
with
thee!
In
the
name
of
the
bee
And
of
the
butterfly
And
of
the
breeze,
amen!
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