Blind, ah! Blind—it has come upon me now,
A veil thickening between the world and me. Alone?
Ah no! Who shall describe the joy that
– has come upon me?
The blow that should have crushed me broke my chains—
And I, that was the prisoner, am free.
Sweet—all desire fled—all calm now and peaceful,
To feel the warm sun on my hands, or travelling along my forehead

How they come nearer, now!
I go no more to seek —I stay at home
And let them come to me.