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VII.

THE WHITE HEAT

Dareyouseeasoulatthewhiteheat?

Thencrouchwithinthedoor.
Redisthefire'scommontint

Butwhenthevividore

Hassatedflame'sconditions,

Itsquiveringsubstanceplays
Withoutacolorbutthelight

Ofunanointedblaze.

Leastvillageboastsitsblacksmith,

Whoseanvil'sevendin

Standssymbolforthefinerforge

Thatsoundlesstugswithin,

Refiningtheseimpatientores

Withhammerandwithblaze,
Untilthedesignatedlight

Repudiatetheforge.

(TheCompleteProjectGutenbergPoemsbyEmilyDickinson,SecondSeries,6768)

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