YOU Eyes, you large and all-inquiring Eyes, That look so dubiously into me, And are not satisfied with what you see, Tell me the worst and let us have no lies: Tell me the meaning of your scrutinies. And of myself. Am I a Mystery? Am I a Boojum--or just Company? What do you say? What do you think, You Eyes? You say not; but you think, beyond a doubt; And you have the whole world to think about, With very little time for little things. So let it be; and let it all be fair-- For you, and for the rest who cannot share Your gold of unrevealed awakenings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL FORBIDDEN FRUIT: 2 by EMILY DICKINSON A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN ICHABOD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES |