All But Blind

All But Blind :




All but blind

In his chambered hole

Gropes for worms

The four clawed mole.

All but blind

In the evening sky

The hooded Bat

Twirls softly by.

All but blind

In the burning day

The Barn Owl blunders

On her way.

And blind as are

These three to me,

So, blind to Some-one

I must be.

























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