GIVE me the country light, O Lord, From country skies without a stain, Not this grey London sky abhorred, So that my darkness be made plain. Light softened through the pale green silk Of leaves that weave my roof above, Oh, my lost land of honey and milk, And I to see the light thereof! There was no haze on the sweet skies, But clear as water, cool as dew, Fresh as the fields of Paradise, With green to let the soft light through. If I be blind, O Lord, have ruth! Give me green pastures flecked with shade, Sweet airs blown from the Land o' Youth, Where I was little, where I played. Though I be blind, give me Thy light, Clear light in leaf-hung country ways, So shall I sing and so shall write, And make my Blindman's Holidays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING THE MAN CHRIST by THERESE (KARPER) LINDSEY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG SEASONS (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |