As far from pity, as complaint by Emily Dickinson
As far from pity, as complaint -- As cool to speech -- as stone -- As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone --
As far from time -- as History -- As near yourself -- Today -- As Children, to the Rainbow's scarf -- Or Sunset's Yellow play
To eyelids in the Sepulchre -- How dumb the Dancer lies -- While Color's Revelations break -- And blaze -- the Butterflies!
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