Let Us Suppose
Suppose our fancy like a river flows.
Imagination here is needed, let us suppose
A place inhabited by people of our kind,
Who have reason yet are by nature blind.
Let us suppose again once more
That an optician lands upon their shore
And puts his lens where he thinks they see,
Upon that place where sight should be.
He finds that his lens cannot assist their sight.
It cannot make there darkness light.
So he lectures them and describes aloud
All about sight to the wondering crowd.
He talks about light, the spectrum and hues,
About landscapes, mountains and magnificent views.
But all he receives for his efforts is......... "Well,
What peculiar things this man does tell.
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British Bill © 1998
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