Poems (Spofford)/Blind
BLIND.
He knows the summer comes, for now
The pleasant south wind seeks his brow;
He hears the twitter and the song
Of building birds the whole day long.
For him the violet breathes and blows;
The pansy's perfume comes and goes;
And hint of honeysuckles' bloom
For him forever in the gloom.
The pleasant south wind seeks his brow;
He hears the twitter and the song
Of building birds the whole day long.
For him the violet breathes and blows;
The pansy's perfume comes and goes;
And hint of honeysuckles' bloom
For him forever in the gloom.
But not for him the dewy morn
Hangs heaven upon the idle thorn;
But not for him the splendid day
Blazons the azure on its way;
And not for him the awful night
Wings upward her eternal flight.
Hangs heaven upon the idle thorn;
But not for him the splendid day
Blazons the azure on its way;
And not for him the awful night
Wings upward her eternal flight.
But to be blind, and be like him,
When far away these shadows swim,
While God's bright lilies to and fro
Shake softly all their gold and snow,
And first he satisfies his sight
At the great fountain of the light,
And sees in glory and alone
The emerald rainbow round the throne!
When far away these shadows swim,
While God's bright lilies to and fro
Shake softly all their gold and snow,
And first he satisfies his sight
At the great fountain of the light,
And sees in glory and alone
The emerald rainbow round the throne!