The feet of people walking home

The feet of people walking home
Written by:	Emily Dickinson (other works)
Poem #:	7
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Language:	English
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The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go - The crocus - till she rises - The vassal of the snow - The lips at Hallelujah Long years of practise bore - Till bye and bye, these Bargemen Walked - singing - on the shore Pearls are the Diver's farthings Extorted form the sea - Pinions - the Seraph's wagon - Pedestrian once - as we - Night is the morning's canvas - Larcey - 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 vail their faces - My faith that Dark adores - Which from it's solemn abbeys - Such resurrection pours!

The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go - The Crocus - till she rises The Vassal of the snow - The lips at Hallelujah Long years of practise bore Till bye and bye these Bargemen Walked singing on the shore Pearls are the Diver's farthings Extorted form the sea - Pinions - the Seraph's wagon Pedestrian once - as we - Night is the morning's canvas Larcey - 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 vail their faces - My faith that Dark adores - Which from it's solemn abbeys Such resurrection pours.

The feet of people walking home With gayer Sandals go - The Crocus - till she rises The Vassal of the snow - The lips at Hallelujah Long years of practise bore Till bye and bye these Bargemen Walked singing, on the shore Pearls are the Diver's farthings - Extorted form the sea - Pinions - the Seraph's wagon - Pedestrian once, as we - Night is the morning's Canvas Larcey - 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 vail their faces - My faith that dark adores - Which from it's solemn abbeys Such resurrection pours!

The feet of people walking home - With gayer sandals go - The Crocus, till she rises The Vassal of the snow - The lips at Hallelujah Long years of practise bore - Till bye and bye these Bargemen Walked singing, on the shore. Pearls are the Diver's farthings - Extorted form the sea - Pinions - the Seraph's wagon - Pedestrian once - as we - Night is the morning's Canvas Larcey - 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 vail their faces - My faith that dark adores - Which from it's solemn abbeys Such resurrection pours -