496 <br /> <br />As far from pity, as complaint— <br />As cool to speech—as stone— <br />As numb to Revelation <br />As if my Trade were Bone— <br /> <br />As far from time—as History— <br />As near yourself—Today— <br />As Children, to the Rainbow's scarf— <br />Or Sunset's Yellow play <br /> <br />To eyelids in the Sepulchre— <br />How dumb the Dancer lies— <br />While Color's Revelations break— <br />And blaze—the Butterflies!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-far-from-pity-as-complaint/
