The Book of Wisdom, by Stephen Crane

The Book of Wisdom

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.

poems.one - Stephen Crane