Colley Cibber

(6 November 1671 – 11 December 1757 / London)

Colley Cibber Poems

1. The Blind Boy 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Colley Cibber

The Blind Boy

O SAY what is that thing call’d Light,
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!

You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?

My day or night myself I make
Whene’er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me ’twere always day.

With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne’er can know. ...

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