In a lonely place,

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.

About Stephen Crane

Naturalist novelist and poet, author of The Red Badge of Courage, known for stark, imagistic verse.

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