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.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- 'Tomorrow' - whose location
- Best Witchcraft is Geometry
- As old as Woe
- Revolution is the Pod
- Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature