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HELEN KELLER 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!

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