Poems ✍️
  07.06.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

Mute Thy Coronation

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Mute thy Coronation—
Meek my Vive le roi,
Fold a tiny courtier
In thine Ermine, Sir,
There to rest revering
Till the pageant by,
I can murmur broken,
Master, It was I—


  loyalty humility silence reverence

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