Emily Dickinson

Praise it – ’tis dead –

Praise it – ’tis dead – It cannot glow – Warm this inclement Ear With the encomium it earned Since it was gathered here – Invest this alabaster Zest In the Delights of Dust – Remitted – since it flitted it In recusance august.

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