Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
What I see not, I better see
What I see not, I better see—
Through Faith—my Hazel Eye
Has periods of shutting—
But, No lid has Memory—
For frequent, all my sense obscured
I equally behold
As someone held a light unto
The Features so beloved—-
And I arise—and in my Dream—
Do Thee distinguished Grace—
Till jealous Daylight interrupt—
And mar thy perfectness—
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