Asleep

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Title:     Asleep
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by 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 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!

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Asleep

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