Playmates (Poem by Emily Dickinson)

Daily Classic Poem

By Emily Dickinson

God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, — forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightway.

God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing Crown!

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