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The Funeral
by:
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
That short, potential stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
'T is 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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