10.08.2014, 12:58
BLIND
WHEN first my soul into the shadows sank,
And darkness surged upon me like a wave,
I fought the blackness, as a swimmer brave
Who, losing from his grasp the friendly plank,
Goes struggling down through ocean's great gray blank.
Then, as one buried trance-bound in a grave
Wakes to the horror of his narrow cave,
And shuddering in his cere-cloths, cold and dank,
Strives to pierce through the void and noisome gloom,
I strove to cleave the night that wrapped me round,
And cried aloud from out my living tomb.
But now, always in solitude profound,
I sit and wait beneath my awful doom,
Till God's light shall break on me like a sound.
WHEN first my soul into the shadows sank,
And darkness surged upon me like a wave,
I fought the blackness, as a swimmer brave
Who, losing from his grasp the friendly plank,
Goes struggling down through ocean's great gray blank.
Then, as one buried trance-bound in a grave
Wakes to the horror of his narrow cave,
And shuddering in his cere-cloths, cold and dank,
Strives to pierce through the void and noisome gloom,
I strove to cleave the night that wrapped me round,
And cried aloud from out my living tomb.
But now, always in solitude profound,
I sit and wait beneath my awful doom,
Till God's light shall break on me like a sound.