Stephen Crane

(November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900 / New Jersey)

A Learned Man Came To Me Once - Poem 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."

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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