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Smiling back from Coronation
May be Luxury—
On the Heads that started with us—
Being's Peasantry—

Recognizing in Procession
Ones We former knew—
When Ourselves were also dusty—
Centuries ago—

Had the Triumph no Conviction
Of how many be—
Stimulated—by the Contrast—
Unto Misery—

More verses by Emily Dickinson