Blind! Dear sun, I dreamed that I was blind! Dear green of grass and shining blue of sky, That ye were one, and nothing! That my eye Was dungeoned in with massy black, behind, Before; that all my reaching could not find With outstretched, sickened nerves one cord whereby To the bright, loving world, so far, so nigh, My strange world of blank horror I could bind. And still the terror of it stays with me, And in that dread the spirit bids me read How closely I am knit to what I see, And how the senses tyrannize my need. O light, true light of heaven! Can it be That my clear-seeing eyes are blind indeed? |