9 <br /> <br />Through lane it lay—through bramble— <br />Through clearing and through wood— <br />Banditti often passed us <br />Upon the lonely road. <br /> <br />The wolf came peering curious— <br />The owl looked puzzled down— <br />The serpent's satin figure <br />Glid stealthily along— <br /> <br />The tempests touched our garments— <br />The lightning's poinards gleamed— <br />Fierce from the Crag above us <br />The hungry Vulture screamed— <br /> <br />The satyr's fingers beckoned— <br />The valley murmured "Come"— <br />These were the mates— <br />This was the road <br />Those children fluttered home.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-lane-it-lay-through-bramble/
