Through lane it lay - thro' bramble (by Emily Dickinson)

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Emily Dickinson 


[1858]

Through lane it lay — thro' bramble —
Through clearing, and thro' wood —
Banditti often passed us
Opon the lonely road.

The wolf came peering curious —
The Owl looked puzzled down —
The Serpent's satin figure
Glid stealthily along.

The tempests touched our garments —
The lightning's poinards gleamed —
Fierce from the Crag above us
The hungry Vulture screamed —

The Satyr's fingers beckoned —
The Valley murmured "Come" —
These were the mates —
This was the road
These Children fluttered home.

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