Before I got my eye put out
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes
And know no other way

It's not that dying hurts us so
This dirty living hurts us more
But dying is a different way
A kind behind the unknown door

Count not that far that can be had
Through the sorrows lie between
Nor that adjacent that beside
Is further than the pain and greed

Find every thought
Unknown
Unborn