Living
Blind from my birth
From Sing-Song (1872/1893)
Living
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.
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MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “Blind from my birth.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/138/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “Blind from my birth.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/138/.
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