Emily Dickinson - Dare you see a Soul lyrics

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