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