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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 15. I've seen a dying eye

I've seen a dying eye

Run round and round a room

In search of something, as it seemed,

Then cloudier become;

And then, obscure with fog,

And then be soldered down,

Without disclosing what it be,

'T were blessed to have seen.

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