WANDERKAMMER

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The feet of people walking home
In gayer sandals go,
The Crocus, till she rises,
The Vassal of the Snow
The lips at Hallelujah!
Long years of practice bore,
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore.

Pearls are the Diver’s farthings
Extorted from the Sea,
Pinions the Seraph’s wagon,
Pedestrians once, as we —
Night is the morning’s canvas,
Larceny, legacy,
Death but our rapt attention
To immortality.

My figures fail to tell me
How far the village lies,
Whose Peasants are the angels,
Whose Cantons dot the skies,
My Classics veil their faces,
My Faith that dark adores,
Which from its solemn Abbeys
Such resurrection pours!

Emily Dickinson, LXXXIV, The complete poems of Emily Dickinson,, Boston: Little, Brown & Co., 1924.

J.R. CARPENTER
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