I´ve seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without disclosing what it be,
´T were blessed to have seen.

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It might be easier
To fail with land in sight,
Than gain my blue peninsula
To perish of delight.

(Emily Dickinson)