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Amaranth

Without Further Ado I present H.D. Amaranth       I Am I blind alas, am I blind I too have followed her path, I too have bent at her feet, I too have wakened to pluck amaranth in the straight shaft, amaranth purple in the cup, scorched at the edge to white. Am I blind? am I the less ready for her sacrifice? am I less eager to give what she asks, she the shameless and radiant? Am I quite lost, I towering above you and her glance, walking with swifter pace, with clearer sight, with intensity beside which you two are as spent ash? Nay I give back to my goddess the gift she tendered me in a moment of great bounty. I return it. I lay it again on the white slab of her house, the beauty she cast out one moment, careless. Nor do I cry out: "why did I stoop? why did I turn aside one moment from the rocks marking the sea path? Andromeda, shameless and radiant, have pity, turn, answer us." Ah no - though I stumble toward her altar-step,