Through The Circle Of My Eye

Everything that I can spy through the circle of my eye, everything that I can see has been woven out of me; I have sown the stars, and threw clouds of morning and of eve up into the vacant blue; everything that I perceive, sun and sea and mountain high, all are moulded by my eye: closing it, what shall I find? …


James Stephens The Hill of Visions
Maunsel and Company Ltd, 1912