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Walter de la Mare

All But Blind

All but blind

In his chambered hole

Gropes for worms

The four-clawed Mole.


All but blind

In the evening sky

The hooded Bat

Twirls softly by.


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.