One dignity delays for all by Emily Dickinson Lyrics

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One dignity delays for all
One mitred Afternoon
None can avoid this purple
None evade this Crown!

Coach, it insures, and footmen
Chamber, and state, and throng
Bells, also, in the village
As we ride grand along!

What dignified Attendants!
What service when we pause!
How loyally at parting
Their hundred hats they raise!

Her pomp surpassing ermine
When simple You, and I
Present our meek escutheon
And claim the rank to die!