Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Funeral

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
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The Funeral

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!
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