Poems by Emily Dickinson: Along the Potomac

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
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Along the Potomac

Along the Potomac

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.
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