547 <br /> <br />I've seen a Dying Eye <br />Run round and round a Room— <br />In search of Something—as it seemed— <br />Then Cloudier become— <br />And then—obscure with Fog— <br />And then—be soldered down <br />Without disclosing what it be <br />'Twere blessed to have seen—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-seen-a-dying-eye/
