Blind I know with senses rising from fern and tree, Blind lips and fingers trace a god no eyes can see, Blind I touch love's monster form that bounds My world of field and forest, crowns my hills. Blind I worship a blind god in his hour Whose serpent-wand over my soul has power To lead the crowding souls back from the borders of death, Heaven's swift-winged fiat, earth's primeval monolith. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BESSIE HAWES, MAY QUEEN by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN; A SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE FOR THERE IS NO HELP IN THEM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN KARSHISH, THE ARAB PHYSICIAN by ROBERT BROWNING AT RICHMOND by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |