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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 58. 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!