Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| T IS an honorable thought, | |
| And makes one lift ones hat, | |
| As one encountered gentlefolk | |
| Upon a daily street, | |
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| That we ve immortal place, | 5 |
| Though pyramids decay, | |
| And kingdoms, like the orchard, | |
| Flit russetly away. | |
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