Poems ✍️
  21.05.2025
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Author: 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—


  Death vision Mystery perception

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