Poems by Emily Dickinson: Immortality
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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Immortality
Immortality
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,
That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.
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