Emily Dickinson Poem

Bliss is the Plaything of the child

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Bliss is the Plaything of the child –
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl
Rebuke it if we can

Bloom – is Result – to meet a Flower
Birthday of but a single pang

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