Blind from my birth, <br />Where flowers are springing <br />I sit on earth <br />All dark. <br />Hark! hark! <br />A lark is singing. <br />His notes are all for me, <br />For me his mirth: - <br />Till some day I shall see <br />Beautiful flowers <br />And birds in bowers <br />Where all Joy Bells are ringing.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-from-my-birth/
