A Learned Man
by Stephen Crane
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 we
Where 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.”
Evidence of Things Not Seen
Composer(s): Ned RoremBuy via Boosey & Hawkes