THAT short, potential stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
’T is almost consequence,
Is the eclat of death.
Oh, thou unknown renown
That not a beggar would accept,
Had he the power to spurn!
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Chicago: Emily Dickinson, "XIII.," Poems Original Sources, accessed June 24, 2026, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=94RBH6W8LESBTTG.
MLA: Dickinson, Emily. "XIII." Poems, Original Sources. 24 Jun. 2026. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=94RBH6W8LESBTTG.
Harvard: Dickinson, E, 'XIII.' in Poems. Original Sources, retrieved 24 June 2026, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=94RBH6W8LESBTTG.