Emily Dickinson - He told a homely tale lyrics

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years All crumpled was the cheek No other kiss had known Than flake of snow, divided with The Redbreast of the Barn If Mother—in the Grave Or Father—on the Sea Or Father in the Firmament Or Brethren, had he If Commonwealth below Or Commonwealth above Have missed a Barefoot Citizen I've ransomed it—alive