Xxxvi

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.