Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Pompless no life can pass away;
    The lowliest career
To the same pageant wends its way
    As that exalted here.
How cordial is the mystery!
    The hospitable pall
A "this way" beckons spaciously, --
    A miracle for all!

1. If the Foolish Call Them
2. A Syllable
3. How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand
4. Life's Trades
5. Forbidden Fruit. II

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