All But Blind
All but blind
In his chambered hole,
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed mole.
All but blind
In the burning day,
The barn owl
Blunders on her way.
And blind as are
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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