I'Ve Seen A Dying Eye Poem by Emily Dickinson

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—

Monday, January 13, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: fog
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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