The flashing billows are aware; With open eyes the cities see; Light leaves the ether, everywhere Known to the homing bird and bee.
The wind is blind, Is blind alone. How has he hurled His ignorant lash, his aimless dart, His eyeless rush upon the world, Unseeing, to break his unknown heart!
The wind is blind, And the sail traps him, and the mill Captures him; and he cannot save His swiftness and his desperate will From those blind uses of the slave.
End of title
Sign in to unlock this title
Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit.
