Stephen Maria Crane

I Met a Seer

I met a seer. He held in his hands The book of wisdom. "Sir," I addressed him, "Let me read. " "Child — " he began. "Sir," I said, "Think not that I am a child, For already I know much Of that which you hold. Aye, much. " He smiled. Then he opened the book And held it before me. — Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.