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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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