Poem April 4, 1964 Issue

WHAT EYE BEHOLDS THE SPRING?

Joyce Grenfell

What eye beholds the spring
No retina or lens
With signals to the brain
Could compass such a thing.

If on this earth we see
The green immensity
And hear the music's ring.
Where can the real spring be?

From time to time the mind
Sees more than mortal's range.
The universe made plain,
A seeing for the blind.

It is the eye of Mind
That sees and hears and knows
The law that holds intact
The man, the star, the rose.

Joyce Grenfell

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