XX
Saturday Afternoon
From all the jails the boys and girlsEcstatically leap,—Beloved, only afternoonThat prison doesn’t keep.
They storm the earth and stun the air,A mob of solid bliss.Alas! that frowns could lie in waitFor such a foe as this!
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