Friday, November 30, 2012

November 28, Emily Dickinson on Snow

To fight aloud, is very brave-
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The cavalry of woe-
.
who win, and nations do not see-
who fall-and none observe-
whose dying eyes, no country
regards with patriot love-
.
We trust, in plumed procession
for such, the Angels go-
Rank after Rank, with even feet-
And Uniforms of Snow.

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