It rises passes on our South by Emily Dickinson
запечатлит бытьё,
задобрит миг пожаром крон,
и вечность - нет её...
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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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