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Poemsby Emily Dickinson

I Had a Guinea Golden
XXI

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!