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Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935).  Collected Poems. 1921.
  
V. The Town Down the River
17. For Arvia
  
ON HER FIFTH BIRTHDAY

YOU Eyes, you large and all-inquiring Eyes,
That look so dubiously into me,
And are not satisfied with what you see,
Tell me the worst and let us have no lies:
Tell me the meaning of your scrutinies.        5
And of myself. Am I a Mystery?
Am I a Boojum—or just Company?
What do you say? What do you think, You Eyes?
 
You say not; but you think, beyond a doubt;
And you have the whole world to think about,       10
With very little time for little things.
So let it be; and let it all be fair—
For you, and for the rest who cannot share
Your gold of unrevealed awakenings.

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