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At leisure is the Soul
That gets a Staggering Blow-
The Width of Life-before it spreads
Without a thing to do-
It begs you give it Work-
But just the placing Pins-
Or humblest Patchwork-Children do-
To Help its Vacant Hands-
At Leisure Is The Soul
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: children, life, work, soul, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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