; POETRY.
TO MILTON,—BLIND.
HE who said suddenly "Let there be light !"
To thee the dark deliberately gave ; 'That those full eyes might undistracted be By this beguiling show of sky and field, This brilliance, that so lures us from the Truth.
He gave thee back original night, His own Tremendous canvas, large and blank and free, Where at each thought a star flashed out and sang.
O blinded with a special lightning, thou Hadst once again the virgin Dark ! and when The pleasant flowery eight, which had deterred 'Thine eyes from seeing, when this recent world Was quite withdrawn; then burst upon thy view The elder glory ; space again in pangs, And Eden odorous in the early mist,
That heaving watery plain that was the world,
Then the burned earth, and Christ coming in clouds.
Or rather a special leave to thee was given By the high power, and thou with bandaged eyes Wast guided through the glimmering camp of God.
'Thy hand was taken by angels who patrol The evening, or are sentries to the dawn, Or pace the wide air everlastingly.
Thou wast admitted to the presence, and deep Argument heardest, and the large design That brings this world out of the woe to bliss.
STEPHEN PHILLIPS.
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