Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series by Emily Dickinson
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personal origin. It is more than probable that it was
sent to some friend travelling in Europe, a dainty reminder of letter-writing delinquencies. XX. SATURDAY AFTERNOON. From all the jails the boys and girls Ecstatically leap, -- Beloved, only afternoon That prison doesn't keep. They storm the earth and stun the air, A mob of solid bliss. Alas! that frowns could lie in wait For such a foe as this! XXI. Few get enough, -- enough is one; |
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