Upon the road of my life, <br />Passed me many fair creatures, <br />Clothed all in white, and radiant. <br />To one, finally, I made speech: <br />"Who art thou?" <br />But she, like the others, <br />Kept cowled her face, <br />And answered in haste, anxiously, <br />"I am good deed, forsooth; <br />You have often seen me." <br />"Not uncowled," I made reply. <br />And with rash and strong hand, <br />Though she resisted, <br />I drew away the veil <br />And gazed at the features of vanity. <br />She, shamefaced, went on; <br />And after I had mused a time, <br />I said of myself, <br />"Fool!"<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-road-of-my-life/
