Emily Dickinson

What Did They Do Since I Saw Them?

poem 900

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 After Eternity. Not if the Just suspect me And offer a Reward Would I restore my Booty To that Bold Person, God

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