A daily poem #72 – September 5, 2009

A poem
by Emily Dickinson

God Permit Industrious Angels

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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~ by Chris Hibbard on September 5, 2009.

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