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1384 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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Praise it—’tis dead—
1384 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.
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American