939 <br /> <br />What I see not, I better see— <br />Through Faith—my Hazel Eye <br />Has periods of shutting— <br />But, No lid has Memory— <br /> <br />For frequent, all my sense obscured <br />I equally behold <br />As someone held a light unto <br />The Features so beloved—- <br /> <br />And I arise—and in my Dream— <br />Do Thee distinguished Grace— <br />Till jealous Daylight interrupt— <br />And mar thy perfectness—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-see-not-i-better-see/
