Poems (Dickinson)/I've seen a dying eye

by Emily Dickinson

For other versions of this work, see 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.