Cyriack, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot: Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or stars, throughout the year, Or man or woman, yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask, Content, though blind, had I no better guide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH ESTONIAN BRIDAL SONG by JOHANN GOTTFRIED VON HERDER SONNET: 12 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LEANDER DROWNED by PHILIP AYRES TO ONE WHO DIED LAST YEAR by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD |