Through lane it lay -- through bramble 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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