] Happy 'tis, thou blind, for thee, That thou seest not our star; Couldst thou see but as we see her, Thou wouldst be but as we are. Once I pitied sightless men, I was then unscathed by sight; Now I envy those who see not, They can be not hurt by light. Woe who once has seen her please, And then sees her not each hour; Woe for him her love-mesh binding Whose unwinding passes power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SITTING by CECIL DAY LEWIS ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR |