ON Euripides' plays we debated, In College, one chill winter night; A student rose up, while we waited For more intellectual light. As he stood, pale and anxious, before us, Three words, like a soft summer wind, Went past us and through us and o'er us-- A whisper low-breathed: "He is blind!" And in many a face there was pity, And in many an eye there were tears; For his words were not buoyant and witty, As fitted his fresh summer years. And he spoke once or twice, as none other Could speak, of a woman's pure ways-- He remembered the face of his mother Ere darkness had blighted his days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEAD FOR ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SEVEN TIMES SIX [ - GIVING IN MARRIAGE] by JEAN INGELOW |