A learned man came to me once.He said, “I know the way, — come.”And I was overjoyed at this.Together we hastened.Soon, too soon, were weWhere my eyes were useless,And I knew not the ways of my feet.I clung to the hand of my friend;But at last he cried, “I am lost.

A learned man came to me once.He said, “I know the way, — come.”And I was overjoyed at this.Together we hastened.Soon, too soon, were weWhere my eyes were useless,And I knew not the ways of my feet.I clung to the hand of my friend;But at last he cried, “I am lost.

– Stephen Crane –

The Black Riders and Other Lines

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