The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man - It hurls it's barbed syllables And is mute again -But where it fell The Saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave his breath away!Wherever runs the breathless sun - Wherever roams the day - There is it's noiseless onset - There is it's victory!Behold the keenest marksman -The most accomplished shot! Time's sublimest target Is a soul "forgot"!