Gift Of Sight
Robert Graves
I had long known the diverse tastes of the wood,
Each leaf, each bark, rank earth from every hollow;
Knew the smell of bird's breath and of bat's wing;
Yet sight I lacked: until you stole upon me,
Touching my eyelids with light finger-tips.
The trees blazed out, their colours whirled together,
Nor ever before had I been aware of sky.
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