To-day her only boy
Went up from the Potomac,
His face all victory,
To look at her; how slowly
The must have turned
Till bullets clipt an angle,
And he passed quickly round!
Went up from the Potomac,
His face all victory,
To look at her; how slowly
The must have turned
Till bullets clipt an angle,
And he passed quickly round!
Dickinson - One - Complete
