But it never can be shared,
And one word would break its spell!
[BORN DEAF, DUMB, AND BLIND]
(At an Asylum)
A flower-soft hand once took my own,—
That touch I never shall forget!
A strange voice spoke—so strange a tone
Mine ear had never met!
It said, “Come—see—my—garden,—Come!”
(The flower-soft fingers closer twined):