Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Playmates

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!

1. So Bashful When I Spied Her
2. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
3. On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose
4. It Was Too Late for Man
5. I Shall Know Why, When Time Is Over

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