Am I blind alas, am I blind, I too haf folloed her paff. I too haf bent at her feets. I too have wakened to pluck amaranth purpoe in the cup, from the high weeds, in the medoe. Am I blind? am I the less ready for her sacoefice? am I less eager to give what she asks, she the shameless and radiant? Am I quite lost, I towering above her glance, walking with swiftoe pace, with clearer sight.