Playmates

XVIII. PLAYMATES.

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 !

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"I never saw a moor"	"To know just how he suffered"

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