98 <br /> <br />One dignity delays for all— <br />One mitred Afternoon— <br />None can avoid this purple— <br />None evade this Crown! <br /> <br />Coach, it insures, and footmen— <br />Chamber, and state, and throng— <br />Bells, also, in the village <br />As we ride grand along! <br /> <br />What dignified Attendants! <br />What service when we pause! <br />How loyally at parting <br />Their hundred hats they raise! <br /> <br />Her pomp surpassing ermine <br />When simple You, and I, <br />Present our meek escutheon <br />And claim the rank to die!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-dignity-delays-for-all/
