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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—
Emily Dickinson
Read poems about / on: today, sky, sun, heart, star
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