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They won't frown always—some sweet Day
When I forget to tease—
They'll recollect how cold I looked
And how I just said "Please."
Then They will hasten to the Door
To call the little Girl
Who cannot thank Them for the Ice
That filled the lisping full.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- 'Tis Customary As We Part
- Removed From Accident Of Loss
- Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe
- If What We Could&Mdash;Were What We Would
- The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me