English poem
The Blind Man
by James Elroy Flecker (1884–1915)
O sweet it were but once before I die To track the bird about the windy sky, Or watch the soft and changing grace Imprinted on a human face. Yet grant me that which most I struggled for, Since I am old, and snow is on the ground. On earth there's little to be found, And I would bear with earth no more. O gentle youth, A fool am I, but let me see the Truth!