Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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O what a life is the eye! what a strange and inscrutable essence! Him, that is utterly blind, nor glimpses the fire that warms him; Him that never beheld the swelling breast of his mother; Him that smiled in his gladness as a babe that smiles in its slumber; Even for him it exists! It moves and stirs in its prison! Lives with a separate life: and—“Is it a spirit!” he murmurs: “Sure, it has thoughts of its own, and to see is only a language!”
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