Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
IX.

Emily Dick

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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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