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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XV

by EmilyDickinson
XIV
Refuge

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.
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