THE BLIND LAMB.
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And naught was heard but the sound of waves
Crowding against the shore.
Over the dewy grass I ran,
And called aloud once more.
Crowding against the shore.
Over the dewy grass I ran,
And called aloud once more.
What reached me out of the distance?
Surely, a piteous bleat!
I threw my long dress over my arm,
And followed with flying feet.
Surely, a piteous bleat!
I threw my long dress over my arm,
And followed with flying feet.
Down to the edge of the water,
Calling again and again,
Answered so clearly, near and more near,
By that tremulous cry of pain!
Calling again and again,
Answered so clearly, near and more near,
By that tremulous cry of pain!
I crept to the end of the rocky ledge,
Black lay the water wide;
Up from among the rippling waves
Came the shivering voice that cried.
Black lay the water wide;
Up from among the rippling waves
Came the shivering voice that cried.
I could not see, but I answered him;
And, stretching a rescuing hand,
I felt in the darkness his sea-soaked wool,
And drew him in to the land.
And, stretching a rescuing hand,
I felt in the darkness his sea-soaked wool,
And drew him in to the land.
