by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)

Blind from my birth
Language: English 
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 ail joy-bells are ringing.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 47