Author Emily Dickinson Pompless no life can pass away; The lowliest careerTo the same pageant wends its way As that exalted here.How cordial is the mystery! The hospitable pallA “this way” beckons spaciously,— A miracle for all! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments