Author Ronald Campbell Macfie Oh, vague and blurred His face appears, Because our eyes Are blind with tears, And misty sighs And cloudy fears. He speaks no word, But yet He hears, And He replies, In spirit-wise, With all the music of the spheres. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments