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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—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Noticed People Disappeared
- Shall I take thee, the Poet said
- In Snow Thou Comest
- There's Something Quieter Than Sleep
- This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago
