AS some poor child whose soul is windowless, Having not hearing, speech, nor sight, sits lone In her dark, silent life, till cometh one With a most patient heart, who tries to guess Some hidden way to help her helplessness, And, yearning for that spirit shut in stone, A crystal that has never seen the sun, Smooths now the hair, and now the hand will press, Or gives a key to touch, then letters raised, Its symbol; then an apple, or a ring, And again letters, so, all blind and dumb, We wait; the kindly smiles of summer come, And soft winds touch our cheek, and thrushes sing; The world-heart yearns, but we stand dull and dazed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ANCESTRESS by MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS THE LOST CHILD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS WHITE GRASS by ADA BAZZACCHINI PSALM 123 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |