In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
He accosted me:
'Sir, what is this? '
Then I saw that I was greater,
Aye, greater than this sage.
I answered him at once,
'Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.'
The sage looked upon me with admiration.
More verses by Stephen Crane
- Why Do You Strive For Greatness, Fool?
- There Was, Before Me,
- There Was A Man With Tongue Of Wood
- There Were Many Who Went In Huddled Procession
- There Was A Man And A Woman