NONE SO BLIND…

 When that sacred gin mill closes

And the dry-eyed need reviving,

You, Tiresias, shall laugh heartily

At us all

 

Wide-eyed we went, and you Tiresias,

Darkened by that terrible beauty,

Still saw our fall

From my new collection ’67’  @ http://www.tinhuttalespublishers.co.uk/67/