117 <br /> <br />In rags mysterious as these <br />The shining Courtiers go— <br />Veiling the purple, and the plumes— <br />Veiling the ermine so. <br /> <br />Smiling, as they request an alms— <br />At some imposing door! <br />Smiling when we walk barefoot <br />Upon their golden floor!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-rags-mysterious-as-these/
