Ask your desire, for this great night
Is passing.
THE BLIND MAN
Sir, I ask my sight.
THE STRANGER
To see this earth? Or would you see
That hidden world which sent you me?
THE BLIND MAN
O sweet it were but once before I die
To track the bird about the windy sky,
Or watch the soft and changing grace
Imprinted on a human face.
Yet grant me that which most I struggled for,
Since I am old, and snow is on the ground.
On earth there's little to be found,
And I would bear with earth no more.
O gentle youth,
A fool am I, but let me see the Truth!
THE STRANGER
Gaze in my eyes.