In need of finding a certain 'ol poem

[rbred]

Many years ago, while in school, I had to memorize a poem and read it in class. I have forgotten the title, author, and much of the poem. What little I can remember are bits of the verses. Can anyone help?
Here are parts I scarcely remember: I see skies so bright and blue... I see trees so tall and wide, there green leaves brush against the sky. I see birds and hear them sing, like angels that have taken wing. These things I know you'll never find, because my dear, you see, I'm blind.
For some reason, it seems to creep back into my journaling and quiet time. If anyone knows the poem, I would really appreciate the help.
Thanks, rbred

[Dixie]

This is so strange; the same poem haunts my memory. It was a poem in our reader when I was in Sacred Heart School in Groton, Conn. I think another line is " I see flowers fairer far, than any in your garden are". I am a new poster, if you ever find the poem, please let me know too. Thanks so much. Dixie

[Dixie]

Well rbred, it only took me three years to run this poem down. Hope you look back on these archives once in a while. Here it is:

I see skies more bright and blue
Than any skies beheld by you,
I see trees so tall and high
Their green leaves brush against the sky,
I see birds (and hear them sing)
Like rainbows that have taken wing;
I see flowers fairer far,
Than any in your garden are,
These lovely sights you'll never find,
Because—my dear, you see; I'm blind.

Cora Bail Moton

[Armel P]

Well rbred, it only took me three years to run this poem down. Hope you look back on these archives once in a while. Here it is:

When I want something figured out, I think I'm going to have you work for me.

[poetindisguise]

I agree with Armel P haha

[S.Amritananda]

O how may I ever express that secret word? - By Kabir

O how may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.