To a Deaf and Dumb Little Girl
Hartley Coleridge
1796 to 1849
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The vague, mute language of the countenance.
And yet methinks she looks so calm and good,
Doom'd to behold the universal dance,
And never hear the music which expounds
Her waking life as lonely as a trance,
In vain for her I smooth my antic rhyme;
Herself her all, she lives in privacy;
Concentrated in her solitary seeing—
What can she know of beauty or sublime?
The solemn step, coy slide, the merry bounds.
God must be with her in her solitude!
She cannot hear it. All her little being
Unconscious floating on the fickle sea,
Like a loose island on the wide expanse,