Poems ✍️
  16.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

It Is An Honorable Thought

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.


  honor Immortality Time Decay respect

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