Emily Dickinson

As far from pity, as complaint

496 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!