Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Funeral

That short, potential stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
'T is almost consequence,

Is the eclat of death.
Oh, thou unknown renown
That not a beggar would accept,
Had he the power to spurn!

1. From the Chrysalis
2. “Troubled about Many Things”
3. I Went to Thank Her
4. On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose
5. Setting Sail

John Donne (Джон Донн) The Funeral ("WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm")

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