Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Precedence

Wait till the majesty of Death
Invests so mean a brow!
Almost a powdered footman
Might dare to touch it now!

Wait till in everlasting robes
This democrat is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!

Around this quiet courtier
Obsequious angels wait!
Full royal is his retinue,
Full purple is his state!

A lord might dare to lift the hat
To such a modest clay,
Since that my Lord, "the Lord of lords"
Receives unblushingly!

1. There Is a Shame of Nobleness
2. The Battle-Field
3. A Country Burial
4. Vanished
5. Till the End

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