The feet of people walking home

by Emily Dickinson

Version 1

The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go -
The crocus - till she rises -
The vassal of the snow -
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore -
Till bye and bye, these Bargemen
Walked - singing - on the shore

Pearls are the Diver's farthings
Extorted form the sea -
Pinions - the Seraph's wagon -
Pedestrian once - as we -
Night is the morning's canvas -
Larceny - legacy -
Death - but our rapt attention
To immortality.

My figures fail to tell me
How far the village lies -
Whose peasants are the angels -
Whose cantons dot the skies -
My Classics vail their faces -
My faith that Dark adores -
Which from it's solemn abbeys -
Such resurrection pours!

Version 2

The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go -
The Crocus - till she rises
The Vassal of the snow -
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore

Pearls are the Diver's farthings
Extorted form the Sea -
Pinions - the Seraph's wagon
Pedestrian once - as we -

Night is the morning's Canvas
Larceny - legacy -
Death, but our rapt attention
To Immortality.

My figures fail to tell me
How far the Village lies -
Whose peasants are the angels -
Whose Cantons dot the skies -
My Classics vail their faces -
My faith that Dark adores -
Which from it's solemn abbeys
Such resurrection pours.

Version 3

The feet of people walking home
With gayer Sandals go -
The Crocus - till she rises
The Vassal of the snow -
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing, on the shore

Pearls are the Diver's farthings -
Extorted form the sea -
Pinions - the Seraph's wagon -
Pedestrian once, as we -
Night is the morning's Canvas
Larceny - legacy -
Death, but our rapt attention
To immortality.

My figures fail to tell me
How far the village lies -
Whose peasants are the angels -
Whose Cantons dot the skies -
My Classics vail their faces -
My faith that dark adores -
Which from it's solemn abbeys
Such resurrection pours!

Version 4

The feet of people walking home -
With gayer sandals go -
The Crocus, till she rises
The Vassal of the snow -

The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore -
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing, on the shore.

Pearls are the Diver's farthings -
Extorted form the sea -
Pinions - the Seraph's wagon -
Pedestrian once - as we -

Night is the morning's Canvas
Larceny - Legacy.
Death, but our rapt attention
To immortality.

My figures fail to tell me
How far the village lies
Whose peasants are the angels -
Whose Cantons dot the skies -

My Classics vail their faces -
My faith that dark adores -
Which from it's solemn abbeys
Such resurrection pours -

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