] Happy 'tis, thou blind, for thee, That thou seest not our star; Couldst thou see but as we see her, Thou wouldst be but as we are. Once I pitied sightless men, I was then unscathed by sight; Now I envy those who see not, They can be not hurt by light. Woe who once has seen her please, And then sees her not each hour; Woe for him her love-mesh binding Whose unwinding passes power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UP IN THE MORNING EARLY by ROBERT BURNS JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DAY-DREAM: MORAL by ALFRED TENNYSON TWELVE SONNETS: 9. WEARINESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 4 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |