The Blind
Consider them, my soul, they are a fright! Like mannequins, vaguely ridiculous, Peculiar, terrible somnambulists, Beaming - who can say where - their eyes of night. These orbs, in which a spark is never seen, As if in looking far and wide stay raised On high; they never seem to cast their gaze Down to the street, head hung, as in a dream. Thus they traverse the blackness of their days, Kin to the silence of eternity. o city! while you laugh and roar and play, Mad with your lusts to point of cruelty, Look at me! dragging, dazed more than their kind. What in the Skies can these men hope to find?
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"Consider them, my soul, they are a fright!..."
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