Emily Dickinson Poem

I’ve seen a Dying Eye 👁

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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
‘Twere blessed to have seen—

Ideals are the Fairly Oil
I've nothing else—to bring, You know 💫

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