Sight
By the lamplit stall I loitered, feasting my eyes
On colours ripe and rich for the heart's desire—
Tomatoes redder than Krakatoa's fire,
Oranges like old sunsets over Tyre,
And apples golden-green as the glades of Paradise.
And as I lingered lost in divine delight,
My heart thanked God for the goodly gift of sight
And all youth's lively senses keen and quick …
When suddenly behind me in the night
I heard the tapping of a blind man's stick.
On colours ripe and rich for the heart's desire—
Tomatoes redder than Krakatoa's fire,
Oranges like old sunsets over Tyre,
And apples golden-green as the glades of Paradise.
And as I lingered lost in divine delight,
My heart thanked God for the goodly gift of sight
And all youth's lively senses keen and quick …
When suddenly behind me in the night
I heard the tapping of a blind man's stick.
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