Poem 1 (J 327: 1862/1891)

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 Dripping Birds--

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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