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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The feet of people walking home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">7</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The feet of people walking home<br>With gayer sandals go—<br>The Crocus— til she rises<br>The Vassal of the snow—<br>The lips at Hallelujah<br>Long years of practise bore<br>Til bye and bye these Bargemen<br>Walked singing on the shore.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pearls are the Diver's farthings<br>Extorted from the Sea—<br>Pinions— the Seraph's wagon<br>Pedestrian once— as we—<br>Night is the morning's Canvas<br>Larceny— legacy—<br>Death, but our rapt attention<br>To Immortality.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My figures fail to tell me<br>How far the Village lies—<br>Whose peasants are the Angels—<br>Whose Cantons dot the skies—<br>My Classics veil their faces—<br>My faith that Dark adores—<br>Which from its solemn abbeys<br>Such ressurection pours.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>

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