A sage regained his sight in the moons night Mistook the face of the heartless moon for the guise of nature Went blind again while scorning the sun's light And died needless for all and everybody's stranger
So happy I'm that guide of all the blind The cricket that led me along the cracks of pavement Just when my soul at last regained its sight Led me in the nice orchard where a woman had met me
From there I don't gaze with doomy hope into the skies Though azure's really a paint divinely bolding More beautiful to look into the beautiful eyes As striking as to tear off a blindfold