Stephen Crane





The Wayfarer

The wayfarer,  
Perceiving the pathway to truth,   
Was struck with astonishment.  
It was thickly grown with weeds.   
"Ha," he said,  
"I see that none has passed here  
 In a long time."  
Later he saw that each weed  
Was a singular knife.  
"Well," he mumbled at last,   
"Doubtless there are other roads."