The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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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 Hurrah for Daniel BooneThree cheers sir, for the gentleman Who first observed the moon Peter put up the sunshine! Pattie arrange the stars Tell Luna, tea is waitingAnd 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 LegislatureMy country bids me go, I'll take my india rubbers In case the wind should blow. During my education It was announced to meThat gravitation stumbling Fell from an apple tree The Earth uponoponitsit's
axisWas once supposed to turn By way of a gymnasticIn honor to the sun It was the brave Columbus A sailing o'er the tide Who notified the nations Of where I would resideMortality is fatal Gentility is fine Rascality, heroic Insolvency, sublimeOur Fathers being wearyLaid 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 riseEach with a solemn musket A marching to the skies! A coward will remain, Sir, Until the fight is done; But an immortal heroWill 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'eIn 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 ashesWill consolation be Then farewell Tuscarora And farewell Sir, to thee.