Lyric Poem · Childhood
Bliss is the plaything of the child
Bliss is the plaything of the child —
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl
Rebuke it if we can
This poem is in the public domain.
“Bliss is the plaything of the child” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/bliss-is-the-plaything-of-the-child
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