Cobwebs
July 5, 2023An Emerald Is As Green As Grass
July 5, 2023Blind From My Birth
Blind from my birth,
Where flowers are springing
I sit on earth
All dark.
Hark! hark!
A lark is singing.
His notes are all for me,
For me his mirth: –
Till some day I shall see
Beautiful flowers
And birds in bowers
Where all Joy Bells are ringing.