Poems — Second Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

We Play at Paste

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar, And our new hands Learned gem-tactics Practising sands.

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