(58) Emily Dickinson – POMPLESS no life can pass away

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!

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