You Eyes, you large and all-inquiring Eyes. <br />That look so dubiously into me, <br />And are not satisfied with what you see, <br />Tell me the worst and let us have no lies: <br />Tell me the meaning of your scrutinies. <br />And of myself. Am I a Mystery? <br />Am I a Boojum--or just Company? <br />What do you say? What do you think, You Eyes? <br /> <br />You say not; but you think, without a doubt; <br />And you have the whole world to think about, <br />With very little time for little things. <br />So let it be; and let it all be fair-- <br />For you, and for the rest who cannot share <br />Your gold of unrevealed awakenings.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-ariva/
