SHE knew that she was growing blind, -- Foresaw the dreary night That soon would fall, without a star, Upon her fading sight; Yet never did she make complaint, But prayed each day might bring A beauty to her waning eyes, -- The loveliness of spring! She dreaded that eclipse which might Perpetually enclose Sad memories of a leafless world, A spectral realm of snows. She'd rather that the verdure left An evergreen to shine Within her heart, as summer leaves Its memory on the pine. She had her wish; for when the sun O'erhung his eastern towers, And shed his benediction on A world of May-time flowers, We found her seated, as of old, In her accustomed place, A midnight in her sightless eyes, And morn upon her face! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEN YEARS OLD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LITTLE JOHN AND THE RED FRIAR; A LAY OF SHERWOOD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN OLD WOMAN FAIRY by MARY BRODINE THE RETURN OF YOUTH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TREES IN WINTER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CRUX VIA CAELORUM: 4 by PATRICK CAREY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AS A WOMAN OF A MAN by EDWARD CARPENTER |