BLIND art thou as thy mother Night, And as thy sister Silence dumb; But naught of soothing sound or sight Doth unto mortals come So tender as thy fancied glance And dream-imagined utterance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 35. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS by WILLIAM COWPER THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON THE IVY; ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON SONG; IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S 'BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND' by JAMES BEATTIE PSALM 25. AD TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |