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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 18. God permits industrious angels

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!