For Ariva

 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, without 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.

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