Blind Seers

It all began when the blind seers Took the step and trusted their sight. It was dark, the night was cold, The storm had dropped, places were damp When the torch-bearers brought their light. Their words were warm, their speeches tuned. That was all it took to steal some hearts. Yet, just before the fowl could yawn, A little before the dark could bleach, Away they bolted with everything; Walking sticks, clothes, shoes and all. But the seers didn’t see that coming Since they be not like those That do see with their ears And trust not in high-sounding words.