Each line of the following poem is a cryptic clue.
Free blind mice with spirit are bound;
Hack tail off, our first glorious inch.
Tool is almost fine after quick sound;
The mice's tails in the breeze did flinch.
I'll provide the word lengths too, but in a spoilertag in case you want to solve it without them:
6, 5, 7, 6.
Since the second line has gone unsolved for so long, here's a hint:
ignore punctuation; it's a red herring.