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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 396 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 9

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They won't frown always, -- some sweet day When I forget to tease, They'll recollect how cold I looked, And how I just said 'please.'

Then they will hasten to the door To call the little child, Who cannot thank them, for the ice That on her lisping piled.

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