The Black Riders & Other Lines/I Met a Seer

I met a seer.

He held in his hands

The book of wisdom.

"Sir," I addressed him,

"Let me read."

"Child -- " he began.

"Sir," I said,

"Think not that I am a child,

For already I know much

Of that which you hold.

Aye, much."

He smiled.

Then he opened the book

And held it before me. --

Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.