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A Blind Child
| A Blind Child written by William Henry Davies |
| New Poems (1907) | Link to further information |
Her baby brother laughed last night,
The blind child asked her mother why;
It was the light that caught his eye.
Would she might laugh to see that light!
The presence of a stiffened corse
Is sad enough; but, to my mind,
The presence of a child that's blind,
In a green garden, is far worse.
She felt my cloth - for wordly place;
She felt my face - if I was good;
My face lost more than half its blood,
For fear her hand would wrongly trace.
We're in the garden, where are bees
And flowers, and birds, and butterflies;
One greedy fledgling runs and cries
For all the food his parent sees!
I see them all: flowers of all kind,
The sheep and cattle on the leas;
The houses up the hills, the trees -
But I am dumb, for she is blind.
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