That vision seen along Damascan way—
a thornéd ghost to haunt for all of days:
eyes unbalanced by that dropped-off scale’s weight.
Ne’er more by sight, now made to walk by faith.
What sight was it the prophet had restored?
Blest Galatia would give its eyes for yours.
Did Jacob from the Jabbok limp away?
If left alive how live as though unchanged?
