Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

It Is An Honorable Thought, - Poem by Emily Dickinson

It is an honorable thought,
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.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001



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