Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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One dignity delays for all,
One mitred afternoon.
None can avoid this purple,
None evade this crown.

Coach it insures, and footmen,
Chamber and state and throng;
Bells, also, in the village,
As we ride grand along.

What dignified attendants,
What service when we pause!
How loyally at parting
Their hundred hats they raise!

How pomp surpassing ermine,
When simple you and I
Present our meek escutcheon,
And claim the rank to die!

1. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film
2. Sight
3. The Hemlock
4. Safe in Their Alabaster Chambers
5. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar

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