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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 32
XXXII.
GONE.
Went
up
a
year
this
evening!
I
recollect
it
well!
Amid
no
bells
nor
bravos
The
bystanders
will
tell!
Cheerful,
as
to
the
village,
Tranquil,
as
to
repose,
Chastened,
as
to
the
chapel,
This
humble
tourist
rose.
Did
not
talk
of
returning,
Alluded
to
no
time
When,
were
the
gales
propitious,
We
might
look
for
him;
Was
grateful
for
the
roses
In
life's
diverse
bouquet,
Talked
softly
of
new
species
To
pick
another
day.
Beguiling
thus
the
wonder,
The
wondrous
nearer
drew;
Hands
bustled
at
the
moorings
—
The
crowd
respectful
grew.
Ascended
from
our
vision
To
countenances
new!
A
difference,
a
daisy,
Is
all
the
rest
I
knew!
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