I have three simple eyes
Perceiving love, death, and hate
Up close, as insects do,
Who thrive by the particular view.
The biggest eyes, with armor on,
That gave me fore and backward sight
Into the ditches of rash thought
Serve me not, the armor’s broke.
Thus I may not leap which way
Into the truths of enemy
Or love’s fool’s ruddy cave
Or the inscrutable world’s vault
Lest the rude, simple feelers break.
Thought asks for eyes that see all round
And make its parts to jump the moon,
Monument leapers, leopards of intellect.
Universalists of sight,
I to that moon am like the blind
Who may not see, but feel its light.
And thus in destitution sit.
World without end, commend me to your might
That I my simple eyes may set
On it, or death, or hate, and get some light.
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