To a Deaf and Dumb Little Girl

Hartley Coleridge

1796 to 1849

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What can she know of beauty or sublime?
Her waking life as lonely as a trance,
Concentrated in her solitary seeing—
And never hear the music which expounds
God must be with her in her solitude!
Doom'd to behold the universal dance,
Like a loose island on the wide expanse,
She cannot hear it. All her little being
In vain for her I smooth my antic rhyme;
The vague, mute language of the countenance.
The solemn step, coy slide, the merry bounds.
And yet methinks she looks so calm and good,
Herself her all, she lives in privacy;
Unconscious floating on the fickle sea,