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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 5
V.
Morns
like
these
we
parted;
Noons
like
these
she
rose,
Fluttering
first,
then
firmer,
To
her
fair
repose.
Never
did
she
lisp
it,
And
't
was
not
for
me;
She
was
mute
from
transport,
I,
from
agony!
Till
the
evening,
nearing,
One
the
shutters
drew
—
Quick!
a
sharper
rustling!
And
this
linnet
flew!
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