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When I was small, a Woman died

When I was small, a Woman died
Today her Only Boy
Went up from the Potomac
His face all Victory

To look at her How slowly
The Seasons must have turned
Till Bullets clipt an Angle
And He passed quickly round

If pride shall be in Paradise
Ourself cannot decide
Of their imperial Conduct
No person testified

But, proud in Apparition
That Woman and her Boy
Pass back and forth, before my Brain
As even in the sky

I’m confident that Bravoes
Perpetual break abroad
For Braveries, remote as this
In Scarlet Maryland

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Poem When I was small, a Woman died - Emily Dickinson