That Short-potential Stir

Emily Dickinson

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That short—potential stir
That each can make but once—
That Bustle so illustrious
’Tis almost Consequence—

Is the eclat of Death—
Oh, thou unknown Renown
That not a Beggar would accept
Had he the power to spurn—

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