Pierre Jules Théophile Gautier,
Enamels and Cameos — The Blind Man
“ A blind man walks without the gate, Wild-staring as an owl by day, Fumbling his flute betimes and late, Along the way. He pipeth, weary wretch and worn, A roundel shrill and obsolete. The spectre of a dog forlorn Attends his feet. For him the days go lustreless. Invisible life with beat and roar He heareth like a torrent press Around, before. ”
