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. In Lands I Never Saw, They Say
2. Morns Like These We Parted
3. Some, Too Fragile for Winter Winds
4. Ghosts
5. What Inn Is This

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