On One Blind, sitting by a shaft of sun.

Though light beside her

Is denied her,

Proud she is to sit so still

And hear the gay birds trill.

You and l let light blind hearing,

Peeping joys keep disappearing.

Faint they be in sunlight bright’ning,

Loud to her as summer lightning.

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