Author Emily Dickinson From all the jails the boys and girls Ecstatically leap,ā Beloved, only afternoon That prison does n't keep. They storm the earth and stun the air, A mob of solid bliss. Alas! that frowns could lie in wait For such a foe as this! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments