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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry.  1920.
Osbert Sitwell. 1892–
169. The Blind Pedlar
I STAND alone through each long day 
Upon these pavers; cannot see 
The wares spread out upon this tray 
—For God has taken sight from me! 
Many a time I've cursed the night         5
When I was born. My peering eyes 
Have sought for but one ray of light 
To pierce the darkness. When the skies 
Rain down their first sweet April showers 
On budding branches; when the morn  10
Is sweet with breath of spring and flowers, 
I've cursed the night when I was born. 
But now I thank God, and am glad 
For what I cannot see this day 
—The young men cripples, old, and sad,  15
With faces burnt and torn away; 
Or those who, growing rich and old, 
Have battened on the slaughter, 
Whose faces, gorged with blood and gold, 
Are creased in purple laughter!  20

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