She Lay as If at Play, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

She Lay as If at Play

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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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