I WAS a barren tree before, I blew a quenched coal, I could not, on their midnight shore, The lonely blind console. A moment, lend your hand, I bring My sheaf for you to bind, And you can teach my words to sing In the darkness of the blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW ON THE DEPARTURE PLATFORM by THOMAS HARDY THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN CALYPSO WATCHING THE OCEAN by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |