369 <br /> <br />She lay as if at play <br />Her life had leaped away— <br />Intending to return— <br />But not so soon— <br /> <br />Her merry Arms, half dropt— <br />As if for lull of sport— <br />An instant had forgot— <br />The Trick to start— <br /> <br />Her dancing Eyes—ajar— <br />As if their Owner were <br />Still sparkling through <br />For fun—at you— <br /> <br />Her Morning at the door— <br />Devising, I am sure— <br />To force her sleep— <br />So light—so deep—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-lay-as-if-at-play/
