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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 9, Poema 36
XXXIV.
I
have
a
king
who
does
not
speak;
So,
wondering,
thro'
the
hours
meek
I
trudge
the
day
away,—
Half
glad
when
it
is
night
and
sleep,
If,
haply,
thro'
a
dream
to
peep
In
parlors
shut
by
day.
And
if
I
do,
when
morning
comes,
It
is
as
if
a
hundred
drums
Did
round
my
pillow
roll,
And
shouts
fill
all
my
childish
sky,
And
bells
keep
saying
'victory'
From
steeples
in
my
soul!
And
if
I
don't,
the
little
Bird
Within
the
Orchard
is
not
heard,
And
I
omit
to
pray,
'Father,
thy
will
be
done'
to-day,
For
my
will
goes
the
other
way,
And
it
were
perjury!
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