ent moment
The palpitating joy of sight！〃
All sight is of the soul。
Behold it in the upward flight
Of the unfettered spirit！ Hast thou seen
Thought bloom in the blind child's face？
Hast thou seen his mind grow；
Like the running dawn； to grasp
The vision of the Master？
It was the miracle of inward sight。
In the realms of wonderment where I dwell
I explore life with my hands；
I recognize； and am happy；
My fingers are ever athirst for the earth；
And drink up its wonders with delight；
Draw out earth's dear delights；
My feet are charged with the murmur；
The throb； of all things that grow。
This is touch； this quivering；
This flame； this ether；
This glad rush of blood；
This daylight in my heart；
This glow of sympathy in my palms！
Thou blind； loving； all…prying touch；
Thou openest the book of life to me。
The noiseless little noises of the earth
e with softest rustle；
The shy； sweet feet of life；
The silky mutter of moth…wings
Against my restraining palm；
The strident beat of insect…wings；
The silvery trickle of water；
Little breezes busy in the summer grass；
The music of crisp； whisking； scurrying leaves；
The swirling； wind…swept； frost…tinted leaves；
The crystal splash of summer rain；
Saturate with the odours of the sod。
With alert fingers I listen
To the showers of sound
That the wind shakes from the forest。
I bathe in the liquid shade
Under the pines； where the air hangs cool
After the shower is done。
My saucy little friend the squirrel
Flips my shoulder with his tail；