Along the Potomac (Dickinson)

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When I was small, a woman died.
To-day 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
I never can 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 ever in the sky.

This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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