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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.

Wilfrid Wilson Gibson1878–1962

Sight

BY the lamplit stall I loitered, feasting my eyes

On colours ripe and rich for the heart’s desire—

Tomatoes, redder than Krakatoa’s fire,

Oranges like old sunsets over Tyre,

And apples golden-green as the glades of Paradise.

And as I lingered, lost in divine delight,

My heart thanked God for the goodly gift of sight

And all youth’s lively senses keen and quick…

When suddenly, behind me in the night,

I heard the tapping of a blind man’s stick.