That thou like Mime shalt fare.
[He goes still nearer to the Wanderer.
But what art thou like?
Why wearest thou
Such a monstrous hat,
And why hangs it so over thy face?
WANDERER [Still without altering his position.
That is the way I wear it
When against the wind I go.
SIEGFRIED [Inspecting him still more closely.
But an eye beneath it is wanting.
Perchance by some one
Whose way thou didst
Too boldly bar
It has been struck out.
Take thyself off,
Or else very soon
The other thou shalt lose also!
WANDERER
I see, my son,
Where thou art blind,
And hence thy jaunty assurance.
With the eye that is
Amissing in me
Thou lookest now on the other
That still is left me for sight.