(A poem by Emily Dickinson)
Thro’ lane it lay – thro’ bramble –
Thro’ 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.
Emily Dickinson was an American poet who is widely considered one of the most original and influential poets of the 19th century. That despite the fact that less than a dozen of her nearly eighteen hundred poems were published during her lifetime.