Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
2. On the Tleakness of My Lot
3. The Lost Thought
4. With Flowers (If recollecting were forgetting)
5. A Portrait

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