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THROUGH LANE IT LAY, THROUGH BRAMBLE by EMILY DICKINSON

Poet Analysis

Last Line: These Children fluttered home
Subject(s): TRAVEL; FEAR;
Thro' lane it lay - thro' bramble -
Thro' clearing, and thro' 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
These Children fluttered home


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