939 br br What I see not, I better see— br Through Faith—my Hazel Eye br Has periods of shutting— br But, No lid has Memory— br br For frequent, all my sense obscured br I equally behold br As someone held a light unto br The Features so beloved—- br br And I arise—and in my Dream— br Do Thee distinguished Grace— br Till jealous Daylight interrupt— br And mar thy perfectness—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br