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O, opposite the infinite
Is the single eye set:

The depth, the tunnel of sky
Held to the lance of the eye

Blunts the beam, lines out-spread
From the eye's head.

Curve to curve, with no end
The thick beams bend,

And the cave of far space
Tips to the cave of the face.

This is the great dignity,—
The repose, of the eye.

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