These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
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O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who read more
I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day read more
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings read more
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
Oh, tell your poor blind boy!
A blind man can see his mouth
A blind man can see his mouth
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a read more
And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.
I have only one eye,--I have a right to be blind sometimes
. . . I really do not read more
I have only one eye,--I have a right to be blind sometimes
. . . I really do not see the signal!
