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  THEBLINDMAN
  OsweetitwerebutoncebeforeIdieTotrackthebirdaboutthewindysky,OrwatchthesoftandchanginggraceImprintedonahumanface。
  YetgrantmethatwhichmostIstruggledfor,SinceIamold,andsnowisontheground。
  Onearththere'slittletobefound,AndIwouldbearwithearthnomore。
  Ogentleyouth,AfoolamI,butletmeseetheTruth!
  THESTRANGER
  Gazeinmyeyes。
  THEBLINDMAN
  HowcanIgaze?
  Whatsongisthat,andwhattheseraysOfsplendourandthisrushofwings?
  THESTRANGER
  Thesearethenewcelestialthings。
  THEBLINDMAN
  RoundthebodyofachildAgreatdarkflamerunswild。
  Whatmaythisbe?
  THESTRANGER
  Lookfurther,youshallsee。
  THEBLINDMAN
  OutontheseaoftimeandfarawayTheEmpiressaillikeships,andmanyyearsScatterbeforetheminamistofspray:
  Beyondismistwhenthemistclears
  EnoughAway!Ofriend,Iwouldbethere!
  STRANGER
  ItismostsurethatGodhasheardhisprayer。
  (Thestrangervanishes)
  THEBEGGAR
  (Leadingatroopofrevellersfromthehousewheretheyweresinging)
  Come,brothers,seekmyfriendandbringhimin。
  OnsuchanightasthisitwereasinToleavetheblindalone。
  THEREVELLERS
  Greatlywefearlesthe,stillresolute,Havewanderedtothefieldsforpoisonedfruit。
  THEBEGGAR
  Seehereuponthisstone……
  Heisallfrozen……takehimtoabedAndwarmhishands。
  THEREVELLERS
  Osorrow,heisdead!
  GRAVISDULCISIMMUTABILIS
  Come,letmekissyourwistfulfaceWhereSorrowcurvesherbowofpain,AndlivesweetdaysandbitterdaysWithyou,orwantingyouagain。
  Idreadyourperishablegold:
  Comenearmenow;theyearsarefew。
  Alas,whenyouandIareoldIshallnotwanttolookatyou:
  Andyetcomein。IshallnotdareTogazeuponyourcountenance,ButIshallhuddleinmychair,Turntothefiremyfirelessglance,Andlisten,whilethatslowandgraveImmutablesweetvoiceofyoursRisesandfalls,asfallsawaveInsummeronforgottenshores。
  PILLAGE
  Theywilltrampleourgardenstomire,theywillburyourcityinfire;
  Ourwomenawaittheirdesire,ourchildrentheclangofthechain。
  Ourgraveeyedjudgesandlordstheywillbindbytheneckwithcords,Andharrywithwhipsandswordstilltheyperishofshameorpain,AndthegreatlapislazulidomewherethegodsofourracehadahomeWillbreaklikeawavefromthefoam,andshredintofieryrain。
  NomoreonthelongsummerdaysshallwewalkinthemeadowsweetwaysWiththeteachersofmusicandphrase,andthemastersofdanceanddesign。
  Nomorewhenthetrumpetercallsshallwefeastinthewhitelighthalls;
  Forstayedarethesoftfootfallsofthemoonbrowedbearersofwine,AndlostarethestatuesofKingsandofGodswithgreatgloriouswings,Andanempireofbeautifulthings,andthelipsofthelovewhowasmine。
  Wehavevanished,butnotintonight,thoughourmanhoodwesoldtodelight,Neglectingthechancesoffight,unfitforthespearandthebow。
  Wearedead,butourlivingwasgreat:wearedumb,butasongofourStateWillroaminthedesertandwait,withitsburdenoflong,longago,TillascholarfromseabrightlandsunearthfromtheyearsandthesandsSomeimagewithbeautifulhands,andknowwhatwewanthimtoknow。
  THEBALLADOFZACHO
  (aGreekLegend。)
  ZachotheKingrodeoutofold(AndtruthiswhatItell)
  WithsaddleandspursandareinofgoldTofindthedoorofHell。
  AndroundaroundhimsurgedthedeadWithsoftandlustrouseyes。
  "Whycameyouhere,oldfriend?"theysaid:
  "Unwise……unwise……unwise!
  "YoushouldhavelefttotheprinceyoursonSpursandsaddleandrein:
  Yourbrightandmorningdaysaredone;
  Youridenotoutagain。"
  "IcametogreetmyfriendswhofellSwordscatteredfrommyside;
  AndwhenI'vedrunkthewineofHellI'lloutagainandride!"
  ButCharonroseandcaughthishairInfingerssharpandlong。
  "Looseme,oldferryman:playfair:
  Tryifmyarmbestrong。"
  ThricedravehehardonCharon'sbreast,Andstruckhimthricetoground,Tillstrangerghostscameouto'thewestAndsatlikestarsaround。
  AndthriceoldCharonroseuphighAndseizedhimasbefore。
  "Looseme!abrokenmanamI,Andfightwithyounomore。''