Her baby brother laughed last night, The blind child asked her mother why; It was the light that caught his eye. Would she might laugh to see that light! The presence of a stiffened corse Is sad enough; but, to my mind, The presence of a child that's blind, In a green garden, is far worse. She felt my cloth -- for worldly place; She felt my face -- if I was good; My face lost more than half its blood, For fear her hand would wrongly trace. We're in the garden, where are bees And flowers, and birds, and butterflies; One greedy fledgling runs and cries For all the food his parent sees! I see them all: flowers of all kind, The sheep and cattle on the leas; The houses up the hills, the trees -- But I am dumb, for she is blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO DAMON by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON JAMES LEE'S WIFE by ROBERT BROWNING UPON MASTER WALTER MONTAGUE HIS RETURN FROM TRAVEL by THOMAS CAREW |