Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson’s other poems:

  1. Summer Shower
  2. Psalm of the Day
  3. The Sea of Sunset
  4. The Outlet
  5. New Feet within My Garden Go




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