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Poemsby Emily Dickinson

IX
XI

Immortality

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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