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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 93 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Playmates

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God permits industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one, -- forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightway.

God calls home the angels promptly At the setting sun; I missed mine. How dreary marbles, After playing Crown!

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