I COME to thee blind, despairing, I grope where I may not see: Love, thou worker of miracles, Open my eyes for me. I come to thee deaf, unheeding, Beggared of sound and voice: Love, thou maker of marvels, Bid me hear and rejoice. I come to thee shunned -- a leper, Scorned in the sight of men: Love, whose pardon is cleansing, Make thou me clean again. Love, thou worker of miracles, Maker of marvels sweet, Love, whose pardon is cleansing, These my tears on thy feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING THE EAGLE; A FRAGMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S PARTING WORDS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |