Poems (Holmes)/To the Blind Girl
The Blind Girl.
Could ye but know the blind girl's thoughts, When all around her sleep,As alone she mourns o'er her sad, sad fate, Oh then with her ye'd weep.
When bounteous morning's rosy light Comes streaming from the sky,But she remains in darkness still, Oh then with her ye'd sigh.
Or when forth she's led by the hand To breathe the open air,And hears her name by others said, With her ye'd offer prayer.
Or when gay hearts around her beat In joy from day to day,While she alone neglected sits, With her ye'd steal away.
When the fair summer's evening sky Is tinged with parting light,And all but she its beauty see, With her ye'd long for sight.
Or when some fondly cherished friend, On whom she does rely,Is called by death to say farewell, With her ye'd wish to die.
Or when some kind and gentle voice Falls softly on her ear,And bids her from deep sorrow rise, With her ye'd shed a tear.
Ah, yes! when her sad spirit turns, In love without alloy,To one who does some kindness show, With her ye'd weep for joy.