In Snow Thou Comest, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

In Snow Thou Comest

In snow thou comest -

Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,

The sweet derision of the crow,

And Glee’s advancing sound.

In fear thou comest -

Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy

That man anew embark to live

Upon the depth of thee.

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In Snow Thou Comest

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