Ocular Reasoning

By my eyes, I have sight In this, I find comfort in the physical objects I see For I know these to be existent in the light Do not the birds of the air have sight of their nesting tree? What is in sight, that of which is perceived? Is it a distinction between reality and fiction? Surely, what I see is authentic lest my eyes be deceived From this inquiry, derives a most curious intuition ‘Tis a most exquisite frame of reasoning To believe without ocular proof And to ponder in the absence of feeling Certainly an idea not aloof For it is not what I perceive that which I rue Rather, the things I’ve disdained, these that are true