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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 20
XX.
FOLLOWING.
I
had
no
cause
to
be
awake,
My
best
was
gone
to
sleep,
And
morn
a
new
politeness
took,
And
failed
to
wake
them
up,
But
called
the
others
clear,
And
passed
their
curtains
by.
Sweet
morning,
when
I
over-sleep,
Knock,
recollect,
for
me!
I
looked
at
sunrise
once,
And
then
I
looked
at
them,
And
wishfulness
in
me
arose
For
circumstance
the
same.
'T
was
such
an
ample
peace,
It
could
not
hold
a
sigh,
—
'T
was
Sabbath
with
the
bells
divorced,
'T
was
sunset
all
the
day.
So
choosing
but
a
gown
And
taking
but
a
prayer,
The
only
raiment
I
should
need,
I
struggled,
and
was
there.
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