His headstrong thoughts that once in eager strife <br />Leapt sure from eye to brain and back to eye, <br />Weaving unconscious tapestries of life, <br />Are now thrust inward, dungeoned from the sky. <br />And he who has watched his world and loved it all, <br />Starless and old and blind, a sight for pity, <br />With feeble steps and fingers on the wall, <br />Gropes with his staff along the rumbling city.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind/
