In rags mysterious as these
Emily Dickinson
117 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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