我见过一只垂死的眼睛
在房间里游荡——
似乎在寻找什么——
后来它逐渐模糊——
然后，雾气迷蒙——
接着，紧紧阖上眼皮
毫不透露它见到的一切
曾经看见是一种恩赐——
I’ve seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room—
In search of Something—as it seemed—
Then Cloudier become—
And then—obscure with Fog—
And then—be soldered down
Without disclosing what it be
’Twere blessed to have seen—