I met a seer

 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.

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