You see with the cleansing eyes of love With clarity past our commanding; You speak with the eloquent voice thereof; You hear with the ears of understanding. We hate, the gift of sight is lost. We close our minds, our ears are sealed. We shout down truth at bitter cost. You trust to love, your loss is healed. Ah, blind to blindness, deaf to song Of silences, and all too mute, We make the rich in things the strong While men are trampled to the brute. You hear not war, but songs of dream; You see the heart, not jail and slum: And still you urge a new regime. Such lords of sense may we become! Our senses are blind avenues That lead to walls of the hollow tomb. You keep the path that we soon lose And roll away the stone of doom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE by WALTER MITCHELL ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT RECONCILIATION by WALT WHITMAN ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |