A Blind Child

A Blind Child écrit par William Henry Davies

New Poems (1907)

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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.

Cette œuvre est dans le domaine public dans les pays où la durée des droits d’auteur s’étend jusqu’à 70 ans ou moins après la mort de l’auteur.