This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen and Ladies, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen and Ladies

This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies

And lads and girls;

Was laughter and ability and sighing,

And frocks and curls;

This passive place a summer’s nimble mansion,

Where bloom and bees

Fulfilled their oriental circuit,

Then ceased like these.

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This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen and Ladies

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