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Sic transit gloria mundi

    (A poem by Emily Dickinson)

    Sic transit gloria mundi
    “How doth the busy bee”
    Dum vivamus vivamus
    I stay mine enemy! —

    Oh veni vidi vici!
    Oh caput cap-a-pie!
    And oh “memento mori”
    When I am far from thee

    Hurrah for Peter Parley
    Hurrrah for Daniel Boone
    Three cheers sir, for the gentleman
    Who first observed the moon —

    Peter put up the sunshine!
    Pattie arrange the stars
    Tell Luna, tea is waiting
    And call your brother Mars —

    Put down the apple Adam
    And come away with me
    So shal’t thou have a pippin
    From off my Father’s tree!

    I climb the “Hill of Science”
    I “view the Landscape o’er”
    Such transcendental prospect
    I ne’er beheld before! —

    Unto the Legislature
    My country bids me go,
    I’ll take my india rubbers
    In case the wind should blow.

    During my education
    It was announced to me
    That gravitation stumbling
    Fell from an apple tree —

    The Earth opon it’s axis
    Was once supposed to turn
    By way of a gymnastic
    In honor to the sun —

    It was the brave Columbus
    A sailing o’er the tide
    Who notified the nations
    Of where I would reside

    Mortality is fatal
    Gentility is fine
    Rascality, heroic
    Insolvency, sublime

    Our Fathers being weary
    Laid down on Bunker Hill
    And though full many a morn’g
    Yet they are sleeping still

    The trumpet sir, shall wake them
    In streams I see them rise
    Each with a solemn musket
    A marching to the skies!

    A coward will remain, Sir,
    Until the fight is done;
    But an immortal hero
    Will take his hat and run.

    Good bye Sir, I am going
    My country calleth me
    Allow me Sir, at parting
    To wipe my weeping e’e

    In token of our friendship
    Accept this “Bonnie Doon”
    And when the hand that pluck’d it
    Hath passed beyond the moon

    The memory of my ashes
    Will consolation be
    Then farewell Tuscarora
    And farewell Sir, to thee.

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    Emily Dickinson was an American poet who is widely considered one of the most original and influential poets of the 19th century. That despite the fact that less than a dozen of her nearly eighteen hundred poems were published during her lifetime.

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