Tell as a Marksman - were forgotten, by Emily Dickinson | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Emily Dickinson

Tell as a Marksman - were forgotten

Tell - this Day endures

Ruddy as that coeval Apple

The Tradition bears -

Fresh as Mankind that humble story

Though a statelier Tale

Grown in the Repetition hoary

Scarcely would prevail -

Tell had a son - The ones that knew it

Need not linger here -

Those who did not to Human Nature

Will subscribe a Tear -

Tell would not bare his Head

In Presence

Of the Ducal Hat -

Threatened for that with Death– by Gessler –

Tyranny bethought

Make of his only Boy a Target

That surpasses Death -

Stolid to Love’s supreme entreaty

Not forsook of Faith -

Mercy of the Almighty begging -

Tell his Arrow sent -

God it is said replies in Person

When the cry is meant -

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