From Us She Wandered Now a Year, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

From Us She Wandered Now a Year

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From Us She wandered now a Year,

Her tarrying, unknown,

If Wilderness prevent her feet

Or that Ethereal Zone

No eye hath seen and lived

We ignorant must be—

We only know what time of Year

We took the Mystery.

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From Us She Wandered Now a Year

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