Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

God Permit Industrious Angels - Poem by Emily Dickinson

God permit industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, -- forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightaway.

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


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2001



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