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THE SONG OF THE BLIND POET.
It sootheth me on love's delights to linger,They're true for some one else, if not for me,
I cannot sing in any other key,
At least, I'll point them out with passionate finger,
A voice, an unseen sound, a sightless singer,
I'll teach them what to take and what to flee,
A Finger-Post, a Light-House in the sea,
Of joy to all men but myself a bringer;
There was a world of wonder and of daytime,
I found it, men that live will find it, fair,
For them will gleam the greenery of Maytime,
And laughter leave an echo in the air,
For them the hours of work and pleasant playtime,
For me the inactive deeps of dull despair.
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