I Keep my Pledge, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Keep my Pledge

I keep my pledge.

I was not called—

Death did not notice me.

I bring my Rose.

I plight again,

By every sainted Bee—

By Daisy called from hillside—

by Bobolink from lane.

Blossom and I—

Her oath, and mine—

Will surely come again.

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