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The Blind and the Deaf.
I marked a blind man, at the pulsing hush
Of thousand-voiced low-breathing harmony,
Illumined with deep rapture's eager flush,
And all forgetful that he could not see.
Of thousand-voiced low-breathing harmony,
Illumined with deep rapture's eager flush,
And all forgetful that he could not see.
I marked a deaf man gaze with trancèd awe
On sunset skies with God's own splendour crowned,
All lost in marvel at the things he saw,
And all forgetful that he heard no sound.
On sunset skies with God's own splendour crowned,
All lost in marvel at the things he saw,
And all forgetful that he heard no sound.
The blind man saw in vision, as he heard,
Sights that to seeing eyes are veiled and dim:
The deaf man, as he gazed, caught many a word
Of love and gladness whispered but to him.
Sights that to seeing eyes are veiled and dim:
The deaf man, as he gazed, caught many a word
Of love and gladness whispered but to him.
So God for each had compensation meet,
Rounding to fulness either narrowed sphere:—
But what when, gathered at the Healer's feet,
The blind wake up to see, the deaf to hear!
Rounding to fulness either narrowed sphere:—
But what when, gathered at the Healer's feet,
The blind wake up to see, the deaf to hear!
(1884.)
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