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Edmund Clarence Stedman (Эдмунд Кларенс Стедман)


Helen Keller


    MUTE, sightless visitant, 
    From what uncharted world 
Hast voyaged into Life's rude sea,
      With guidance scant; 
As if some bark mysteriously
Should hither glide, with spars aslant
      And sails all furled!

    In what perpetual dawn, 
    Child of the spotless brow, 
Hast kept thy spirit far withdrawn--
    Thy birthright undefiled? 
What views to thy sealed eyes appear!
    What voices mayst thou hear 
    Speak as we know not how! 
    Of grief and sin hast thou, 
      O radiant child, 
Even thou, a share? Can mortal taint
  Have power on thee unfearing
  The woes our sight, our hearing,
Learn from Earth's crime and plaint?

      Not as we see 
Earth, sky, insensate forms, ourselves,
    Thou seest,--but vision-free 
    Thy fancy soars and delves, 
Albeit no sounds to us relate
      The wondrous things 
    Thy brave imaginings 
Within their starry night create.

    Pity thy unconfined 
Clear spirit, whose enfranchised eyes
    Use not their grosser sense? 
Ah, no! thy bright intelligence
    Hath its own Paradise, 
A realm wherein to hear and see
    Things hidden from our kind. 
    Not thou, not thou--'t is we 
    Are deaf, are dumb, are blind!



Edmund Clarence Stedman's other poems:
  1. How Old Brown Took Harper's Ferry
  2. Sumter
  3. Kearny at Seven Pines
  4. Wanted—A Man
  5. Treason's Last Device


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