It rises -- passes -- on our South
Read 'It rises -- passes -- on our South' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
It rises -- passes -- on our South by Emily Dickinson
It rises -- passes -- on our South
Inscribes a simple Noon --
Cajoles a Moment with the Spires
And infinite is gone --
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