Before I got my eye put out
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 Today
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
As much of Noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes
The Motions of the Dipping Birds
The Morning’s Amber Road
For mine to look at when I liked
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
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