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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 to-day / As children to the rainbow's scarf, / Or sunset's yellow play
To eyelids in the sepulchre.
How still the dancer lies, / While color's revelations break, / And blaze the butterflies!