In rags mysterious as these

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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In rags mysterious as these
The shining Courtiers go-
Veiling the purple, and the plumes-
Veiling the ermine so.

Smiling, as they request an alms-
At some imposing door!
Smiling when we walk barefoot
Upon their golden floor!





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