Poems (Dickinson)/Playmates

by Emily Dickinson

For other versions of this work, see God permits industrious Angels—.

XVIII.

PLAYMATES.

God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one,—forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightway.

God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing Crown!