How the Waters Closed Above Him, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

How the Waters Closed Above Him

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How the Waters closed above Him

We shall never know—

How He stretched His Anguish to us

That—is covered too—

Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies

Bold above the Boy

Whose unclaimed Hat and Jacket

Sum the History—

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