"Bright lights I loved and colours, I who find

That death is darkness, and has struck me blind."

Another cried: "I used to sing and play,

But here the world is silent, day by day."

And one: "On earth I could not see or hear,

But with my fingers touched what I was near,

And knew things round and soft, and brass from gold,

And dipped my hand in water, to feel cold,