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[XXXVI. 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.