There, among sightless men,

Open-eyed ....I stood singing,

And the throat of me swelled in the singing,

Chanting the unsurpassed hymnals of God.

The Poet re-risen;

Urging His eloquent lyrics,

Fashioned to rouse the blind;

Making blind audiences witnesses.

So, with a truth-flamed fervor,

Songs with the power

To lift the lashes and lids of the sightless

Open-eyed I stood singing;

Till vision came bursting upon them,

Like a deluge of petalled light;

Till beauty came hurting their eyes

...Sightless men no longer.