Sight is merely sight, and cannot rise
As high as other senses; it is base,
For all things flow into our open eyes,
Sneaking into the mind via the face.
Although it tries to claim a higher place,
Sight is but sight, and nothing more than so.
It is not all the senses we embrace,
Nor can it claim materially to know
How all the other four would change and grow
Should we explore them too; it cannot be
Sufficient, though we think it so, and though
We, as a metaphor, repeat "I see."
So seeing you is not enough, and I
Would wish you closer than my sight can eye.
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