God permit industrious angels
Read 'God permit industrious angels' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
God permit industrious angels by Emily Dickinson
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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