I met a seer. <br />He held in his hands <br />The book of wisdom. <br />"Sir," I addressed him, <br />"Let me read." <br />"Child -- " he began. <br />"Sir," I said, <br />"Think not that I am a child, <br />For already I know much <br />Of that which you hold. <br />Aye, much." <br /> <br />He smiled. <br />Then he opened the book <br />And held it before me. -- <br />Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-met-a-seer/
