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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 5
V.
THE
SUN'S
WOOING.
The
sun
just
touched
the
morning;
The
morning,
happy
thing,
Supposed
that
he
had
come
to
dwell,
And
life
would
be
all
spring.
She
felt
herself
supremer,
—
A
raised,
ethereal
thing;
Henceforth
for
her
what
holiday!
Meanwhile,
her
wheeling
king
Trailed
slow
along
the
orchards
His
haughty,
spangled
hems,
Leaving
a
new
necessity,
—
The
want
of
diadems!
The
morning
fluttered,
staggered,
Felt
feebly
for
her
crown,
—
Her
unanointed
forehead
Henceforth
her
only
one.
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