SHE knew that she was growing blind, -- Foresaw the dreary night That soon would fall, without a star, Upon her fading sight; Yet never did she make complaint, But prayed each day might bring A beauty to her waning eyes, -- The loveliness of spring! She dreaded that eclipse which might Perpetually enclose Sad memories of a leafless world, A spectral realm of snows. She'd rather that the verdure left An evergreen to shine Within her heart, as summer leaves Its memory on the pine. She had her wish; for when the sun O'erhung his eastern towers, And shed his benediction on A world of May-time flowers, We found her seated, as of old, In her accustomed place, A midnight in her sightless eyes, And morn upon her face! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. FORGIVENESS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK AT HOME IN HEAVEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |