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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