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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 301 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Saturday Afternoon

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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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