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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 7
VII.
I
read
my
sentence
steadily,
Reviewed
it
with
my
eyes,
To
see
that
I
made
no
mistake
In
its
extremest
clause,
—
The
date,
and
manner
of
the
shame;
And
then
the
pious
form
That
"God
have
mercy"
on
the
soul
The
jury
voted
him.
I
made
my
soul
familiar
With
her
extremity,
That
at
the
last
it
should
not
be
A
novel
agony,
But
she
and
Death,
acquainted,
Meet
tranquilly
as
friends,
Salute
and
pass
without
a
hint
—
And
there
the
matter
ends.
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