Sweet safe Houses by Emily Dickinson

Мирны храмы...
Пёстры храмы...
Сжата роскошь их,
сталью скован крышек мрамор,-
сдерживать босых...
            
Бархат струй в брегах атласных
нежен не настоль,
сколь жемчужен смех и ласков
шёпот их людской...
 
Смерти голь - претит их залам...
Хворь же, наглецом,
стать богатств не искажала
мукой - и концом...
 
Отшумят в каретах, крытых
с тем, чтоб не дивясь,
всем им - ради сил улыбок -
срезанным - завясть...





(Эмили - на мой взгляд, о нераскрывшихся ещё
полностью цветах, скорее всего, о бутонах роз,
и, наверное, срезанных на подарок покойному.
"Coaches" здесь - гробы, уже встречалось.)

[Мнения комментаторов не совпадают друг с другом,
с моим скромным мнением - тем более.
D.Preest:
Emily may be referring to those people, presumably the rich,
who, feeling safe in their gay Houses, keep them shut like tombs
so that the actual facts of life (= Bare feet) are locked out.
The laughter and whispering of these people with their pearls
cannot be heard outside in the ordinary world. They try to pretend
that their treasures are immune from bold sickness and death in its
baldness. Their houses are sealed so tight that an actual funeral
passing outside is muffled. If they heard it, they would wonder
why anyone should interrupt the ‘Smiling’ of this life by dying.
In her third letter to Thomas Higginson Emily uses the phrase
‘Barefoot-Rank’ to mean her situation as it actually is (L265).
   Alternatively, as Charles Anderson suggests, Emily may be
satirising ‘the professional smoothness of modern funeral parlours
with their satin-lined metal caskets, corpses turned into people
of ‘Pearl’ by the embalmer’s art, and ‘Muffled Coaches’
that cushion the anguish of the tomb.’]

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Sweet -- safe -- Houses by Emily Dickinson

Sweet -- safe -- Houses --
Glad -- gay -- Houses --
Sealed so stately tight --
Lids of Steel -- on Lids of Marble --
Locking Bare feet out --
 
Brooks of Plush -- in Banks of Satin
Not so softly fall
As the laughter -- and the whisper --
From their People Pearl --
 
No Bald Death -- affront their Parlors --
No Bold Sickness come
To deface their Stately Treasures --
Anguish -- and the Tomb --
 
Hum by -- in Muffled Coaches --
Lest they -- wonder Why --
Any -- for the Press of Smiling --
Interrupt -- to die --