All these my banners be.
I sow – pageantry
It rises train by train—
Then sleeps in state again—
My chancel—all the plain
- F 29 (1858)
Ah gardens. Banners of the seasons and the cycles. What's interesting here is the gravity with which Dickinson addresses her garden. What she sows is pageantry, and it rises in trains such as those billowing behind the bride or queen. And in keeping with royal pageantry, during the winter it 'sleeps in state'. There is no season of loss or death. Winter is but another banner, coequal with spring and summer.
In keeping with some of her other poems, Dickinson maintains that the stately and annual progression of her garden is her church. The added dimension is that unlike the traditional Christian arc of birth, death, resurrection, Dickinson is drawing on the cycles of annual rebirth here on earth.
As a lovely contrast with the cycles, she emphasizes the eternal Now by rhyming two dimeter lines: "In May–" with the ending line, "Today". The gravity of the poem is reinforced by the spondees that begin the poem: "All these", and "I sow–pag..eantry".
Count me in as a member of the Dickinson church!