As blind as these three.

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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 Some One
….I must be.

-Walter de la Mare

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