谁能帮我解释一下这首诗 用英文Blind

谁能帮我解释一下这首诗 用英文Blind
Blind
The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green song in my brain –
I heard a blind man groping
“Tap-tap” with his cane;
I pitied him in his blindness;
But can I boast,“I see”?
Perhaps there walks a spirit
Close by,who pities me,-
A spirit who hears me tapping
The five-sensed cane of mind
Amid such unguessed glories-
That I am worse than blind.
n Harry Kemp