You Eyes, you large and all-inquiring Eyes. br That look so dubiously into me, br And are not satisfied with what you see, br Tell me the worst and let us have no lies: br Tell me the meaning of your scrutinies. br And of myself. Am I a Mystery? br Am I a Boojum--or just Company? br What do you say? What do you think, You Eyes? br br You say not; but you think, without a doubt; br And you have the whole world to think about, br With very little time for little things. br So let it be; and let it all be fair-- br For you, and for the rest who cannot share br Your gold of unrevealed awakenings.