by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)

Everything that I can spy
Language: English 
Everything that I can spy 
Through the circle of my eye. 
Everything that I can see 
Has been woven out of me. 
I have sown the stars ; I threw 
Clouds of morn and noon and eve 
In the deeps and steeps of blue ; 
And each thing that I perceive. 
Sun and sea and mountain high. 
Are made and moulded by my eye : 
Closing it, I do but find 
Darkness, and a little wind.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-22
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