There was one I met upon the road <br />Who looked at me with kind eyes. <br />Her said, "Show me of your wares." <br />And this I did, <br />Holding forth one. <br />He said, "It is a sin." <br />Then held I forth another; <br />He said, "It is a sin." <br />Then held I forth another; <br />He said, "It is a sin." <br />And so to the end; <br />Always he said, "It is a sin." <br />And, finally, I cried out, <br />"But I have none other." <br />Then did he look at me <br />With kinder eyes. <br />"Poor soul!" he said.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-one-2/
