Prying Eyes

			
Were that the eyes that see were blind
That the tongue that speaks were still
And that the ear that would to hear
Would, for but a moment, do so
That the eye that sees the world
Would, for an instance, hold
The world that before it anon unfolds
The foot that treads on broken ground,
Tongue that flails a broken song,
The Ear that hears the whispered wind,
This, and this, and not much more