No Life can pompless pass away —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
No Life can pompless 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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Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves— …
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There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
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A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil …
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There came a Wind like a Bugle —
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat …
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