Praise it -- tis dead --
Read 'Praise it -- tis dead --' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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