Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XX. SATURDAY AFTERNOON.

Emily Dick

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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!

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