596 br br When I was small, a Woman died— br Today—her Only Boy br Went up from the Potomac— br His face all Victory br br To look at her—How slowly br The Seasons must have turned br Till Bullets clipt an Angle br And He passed quickly round— br br If pride shall be in Paradise— br Ourself cannot decide— br Of their imperial Conduct— br No person testified— br br But, proud in Apparition— br That Woman and her Boy br Pass back and forth, before my Brain br As even in the sky— br br I'm confident that Bravoes— br Perpetual break abroad br For Braveries, remote as this br In Scarlet Maryland—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br