That short — potential stir
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
That short — potential stir
That each can make but once —
That Bustle so illustrious
'Tis 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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