Dare You See a Soul at the White Heat

I bolded the words in the poem I want to focus on in particular.

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—

This poem Emily Dickinson wrote is about the soul going through trials on earth (Ore in the fire). Eventually like the Ore we become refined and when we are pure we ascend into heaven (repudiate the forge)

Because of the number of poems Dickinson had that focused on death we know she had some fascination with writing about it. This poem suggests that she saw death as exciting and almost a sort of freedom as you chisel away at yourself until you get to your core. Since Emily Dickinson like the color white, and wrote about death so often, I believe it is something that she embraced.