It is an honorable Thought
And make One lift One’s Hat
As One met sudden Gentlefolk
Upon a daily Street
That We’ve immortal Place
Though Pyramids decay
And Kingdoms, like the Orchard
Flit Russetly away
It is an honorable Thought
And make One lift One’s Hat
As One met sudden Gentlefolk
Upon a daily Street
That We’ve immortal Place
Though Pyramids decay
And Kingdoms, like the Orchard
Flit Russetly away
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I think that this poem refers to the idea that memories are immortal, unlike pyramids that crumble and kingdoms that rot.