Poem by Stephen Crane

"Truth," said a traveller

”Truth,” said a traveller,
”Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
Often have I been to it,
Even to its highest tower,
From whence the world looks black.”

”Truth,” said a traveller,
”Is a breath, a wind,
A shadow, a phantom;
Long have I pursued it,
But never have I touched
The hem of its garment.”

And I believed the second traveller;
For truth was to me
A breath, a wind,
A shadow, a phantom,
And never had I touched
The hem of its garment.

1. To the maiden
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
4. Many red devils ran from my heart
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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