Sight
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
1878 to 1962
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Oranges like old sunsets over Tyre,
My heart thanked God for the goodly gift of sight
By the lamplit stall I loitered, feasting my eyes
When suddenly, behind me in the night,
And all youth's lively senses keen and quick...
I heard the tapping of a blind man's stick.
And as I lingered, lost in divine delight,
On colours ripe and rich for the heart's desire—
Tomatoes, redder than Krakatoa's fire,
And apples golden-green as the glades of Paradise.