To use the undistorted light of the sun
Is not a crime; to look straight out upon
The big plain things that stare one in the face
Does not contaminate; to see pollutes not
What one must feel if one won’t see, what is,
And will be too, howe’er we blink, and must
One way or other make itself observed.
Free walking’s better than being led about; and
What will the blind man do, I wonder, if
Some one should cut the string of his dog? Just think!