"I've seen a dying eye"

XV.

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, 'T were blessed to have seen.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"I went to thank her"	Refuge

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