When I was small, a Woman died -
Today - her Only Boy
Went up from the Potomac -
His face all Victory
To look at her - How slowly
The Seasons must have turned
Till Bullets clipt an Angle
And He passed quickly round -
If pride shall be in Paradise -
Ourself cannot decide -
Of their imperial Conduct -
No person testified -
But, proud in Apparition -
That Woman and her Boy
Pass back and forth, before my Brain
As even in the sky -
I'm confident that Bravoes -
Perpetual break abroad
For Braveries, remote as this
In Yonder Maryland.
Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...