On the wide level of a mountain's head,
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place)
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails out-spread,
Two lovely children run an endless race,
[Image] A sister and a brother !
[Image] This far outstripp'd the other ;
Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
And looks and listens for the boy behind :
[Image] For he, alas ! is blind !
O'er rough and smooth with even step he passed,
And knows not whether he be first or last.
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Comments1Absolutely moved by the depiction of the endless race between the two lovely children; a sister and a brother. The sister looking and listening for her blind brother is just heart-rending. It's like a beautifully tragic dance of love, patience and resilience. Love how it stirs up a mix of emotions within me. 😢💔 Beautiful!