Poems (Blind)/Question and Answer
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QUESTION AND ANSWER.
"Can the soul die, believe you? Because it seems to meMy soul is dead and buried, So still it seems to be.
"It quivers not with joy; It moaneth not with pain;There is no note in nature Awakens it again.
"Those white clouds in the azure; Those lanes; those breezy trees;Those softly gliding swallows; Those fluted melodies;
"Those shadows in the meadows, Running a fitful race;With pleasure once they thrilled me, But coldly now I gaze."
Fear not; oh! not so lightly The soul of mortal dies;It has but wept itself to sleep, And all unconscious lies.
The surging feelings overwrought, They have but ebbed away,And left the soul a little while With all their changeful spray.
But stronger, deeper, fuller, in The billowy tide will roll,And overflood, with life and love, The ever living soul.