Blind

HIS headstrong thoughts that once in eager strife

Leapt sure from eye to brain and back to eye

Weaving unconscious tapestries of life

Are now thrust inward dungeoned from the sky.

And he who has watched his world and loved it all 5

Starless and old and blind a sight for pity

With feeble steps and fingers on the wall

Gropes with his staff along the rumbling city.