Blind from my birth, Where flowers are springing I sit on earth All dark. Hark! hark! A lark is singing, His notes are all for me, For me his mirth: -- Till some day I shall see Beautiful flowers And birds in bowers Where all joy-bells are ringing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE GIRL'S LAMENTATION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM O.M.B. (DIED NOVEMBER, 1874) by FORD MADOX BROWN |