Death & Dying

It is an honorable thought

by Emily Dickinson 1830–1886

Death & Dying

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.

MLA

Dickinson, Emily. “It is an honorable thought.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/396/.

Chicago

Dickinson, Emily. “It is an honorable thought.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/396/.

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