Before I Got My Eye Put Out, I Liked As Well To See As Other Creatures That Have Eyes, And Know No Other Way. But Were It Told To Me, To-Day, That I Might Have The Sky For Mine, I Tell You That My Heart Would Split, For Size Of Me. The Meadows Mine, The Mountains Mine, -- All Forests, Stintless Stars, As Much Of Noon As I Could Take Between My Finite Eyes. The Motions Of The Dipping Birds, The Lightning'S Jointed Road, For Mine To Look At When I Liked, -- The News Would Strike Me Dead! So Safer, Guess, With Just My Soul Upon The Window-Pane Where Other Creatures Put Their Eyes, Incautious Of The Sun.