When I was small, a Woman died --

When I was small, a Woman died -- Today -- her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac -- His face all Victory

To look at her -- How slowly The Seasons must have turned Till Bullets clipt an Angle And He passed quickly round --

If pride shall be in Paradise -- Ourself cannot decide -- Of their imperial Conduct -- No person testified --

But, proud in Apparition -- That Woman and her Boy Pass back and forth, before my Brain As even in the sky --

I'm confident that Bravoes -- Perpetual break abroad For Braveries, remote as this In Scarlet Maryland --