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 interrup -
And mar thy perfectness -
- Emily Dickinson -
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Edited by Thomas H. Johnson
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