Emily Dickinson

She Lay As If At Play

poem 369

She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away Intending to return But not so soon Her merry Arms, half dropt As if for lull of sport An instant had forgot The Trick to start Her dancing Eyes ajar As if their Owner were Still sparkling through For fun at you Her Morning at the door Devising, I am sure To force her sleep So light so deep

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