What I see not, I better see —
Through Faith — my Hazel Eye
Has periods of shutting —
But, No lid has Memory —

For frequent, all my sense obscured
I equally behold
As someone held a light unto
The Features so beloved —

And I arise — and in my Dream —
Do Thee distinguished Grace —
Till jealous Daylight interrupt —
And mar thy perfectness —

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