Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Through Lane It Lay—through Bramble - Poem by Emily Dickinson


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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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