Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Journey
Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
The Journey
The Journey
Our journey had advanced;
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road,
Eternity by term.
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road,
Eternity by term.
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet reluctant led.
Before were cities, but between,
The forest of the dead.
Our feet reluctant led.
Before were cities, but between,
The forest of the dead.
Retreat was out of hope, —
Behind, a sealed route,
Eternity's white flag before,
And God at every gate.
Behind, a sealed route,
Eternity's white flag before,
And God at every gate.
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