THOUGH your eyes with tears were blind, Pain upon the path you trod: Well we knew, the hosts behind, Voice and shining of a god. For your darkness was our day: Signal fires, your pains untold Lit us on our wandering way To the mystic heart of gold. Naught we knew of the high land, Beauty burning in its spheres; Sorrow we could understand And the mystery told in tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. OF PLEASURE AND PAIN by THOMAS CAMPION INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK THE WORLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |