Not All Die Early, Dying Young, por Emily Dickinson

Not All Die Early, Dying Young

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Not all die early, dying young—

Maturity of Fate

Is consummated equally

In Ages, or a Night—

A Hoary Boy, I’ve known to drop

Whole statured—by the side

Of Junior of Fourscore—'twas Act

Not Period—that died.

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