God permit industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, - forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightaway.
God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing the Crown!
God permit industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, - forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightaway.
God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing the Crown!
© Emily Dickinson