The Blind Girl
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Title
The Blind Girl
Description
Earth speaks in many voices: from the roar
Earth speaks in many voices: from the song
Earth speaks in many voices: music breathes
Earth speaks in many voices: and to me
Of the wild cataract, whose causeless din
Shakes the far forest and resounding shore,To the meek rivulet which seems to win
Its modest way amid spring's pleasant bowers,Singing its quiet song to charm earth's painted flowers.
Earth speaks in many voices: from the song
Of the free bird which soars to heaven's high porch,
As if on joy's full tide it swept along,To the low hum that wakens when the torch
Summons the insect myriads of the night,To sport their little hour and perish in its light.
Earth speaks in many voices: music breathes
In the sweet murmur of the summer breeze,
That plays amid the honeysuckle's wreaths,Or swells its diapason 'mid the trees,
When eve's cold shadow steal o'er lawn and lea,And day's glad sounds give place to holier minstrelsy.
Earth speaks in many voices: and to me
Her every tone with melody is fraught;
Her harmony of tints I may not see,But every breath awakes some pleasant thought;
While to mine ear such blissful sounds are given,My spirit dwells in light, and dreams of yonder heaven.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
3:14, p. 4
Date
1839.06.01
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “The Blind Girl,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/319.
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