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February 11, 2011 / Hannah

Emily D.

BEFORE I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way. 


But were it told to me, to-day, 5
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me. 


The meadows mine, the mountains mine,—
All forests, stintless stars, 10
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes. 


The motions of the dipping birds,
The lightning’s jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked,— 15
The news would strike me dead! 


So, safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun. 20

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  1. Kris / Feb 11 2011 5:56 pm

    this is great. nice new profile!

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