Through lane it lay — through bramble

Through lane it lay — through bramble —
Through clearing and through wood —
Banditti often passed us
Upon 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
Those children fluttered home.

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4 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    A child’s imagination.

  2. DONT WERY BOUT IT says:

    LOTS OF MY FRIENDS DONT KNOW I READ POEMS,BUT I DO WHEN IM ALONE.I REALLY LIKE THIS POEM BECUASE IT TELL A LOT BOUT THE WRITER!!@

  3. Barbara says:

    This poem is one of my favorite poems from Emily Dickinson and she is a great poet, and she is one of my favorite poets in the whole world.

    Barbara

  4. liz says:

    I liked this poem. It was pretty good

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