Stephen Maria Crane

Forth went the candid man

Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind — When he looked about him he was in a far strange country. Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars — Yellow light tore sight from his eyes. "My good fool," said a learned bystander, "Your operations are mad. " "You are too candid," cried the candid man, And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander It was two sticks.