Ah, since I have seen him, I believe I'm blind. Where I glance, forever Him alone I find. Evermore his image In my waking dreams, Through the deepest darkness Bright and joyous gleams. Colourless and dreary All is on my way! And I feel so weary When my sisters play. I would fain be weeping, In my room confined; Ah, since I have seen him, I believe I'm blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 23 by THOMAS CAMPION INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |