What Did They Do Since I Saw Them? - Poem by Emily Dickinson
What did They do since I saw Them?
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness
That could I snatch Their Faces
That could Their lips reply
Not till the last was answered
Should They start for the Sky.
Not if Their Party were waiting,
Not if to talk with Me
Were to Them now, Homesickness
Not if the Just suspect me
And offer a Reward
Would I restore my Booty
To that Bold Person, God—
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