Emily Dickinson

What I See Not, I Better See

poem 939

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 interrupt And mar thy perfectness

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