Emily Dickinson was an artmonk

A poem by Emily Dickinson:

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

Then crouch within the door.

Red is the Fire’s common tint;

But when the vivid Ore

Has vanquished Flame’s conditions,

It quivers from the Forge

Without a color but the light

Of unanointed Blaze.

Least Village has its Blacksmith,

Whose Anvil’s even ring

Stands symbol for the finer Forge

That soundless tugs within,

Refining these impatient ores

With Hammer and with Blaze,

Until the Designated Light

Repudiate the Forge.