Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Saturday Afternoon

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!

1. Few Get Enough, - Enough Is One
2. The Lost Thought
3. Reticence
4. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
5. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch

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