XXVIII

"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.

Auteur: Stephen Crane

XXVIII<br /><br />"Truth," said a traveller,<br />"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;<br />"Often have I been to it,<br />"Even to its highest tower,<br />"From whence the world looks black."<br /><br />"Truth," said a traveller,<br />"Is a breath, a wind,<br />"A shadow, a phantom;<br />"Long have I pursued it,<br />"But never have I touched <br />"The hem of its garment."<br /><br />And I believed the second traveller;<br />For truth was to me<br />A breath, a wind, <br />A shadow, a phantom,<br />And never had I touched<br />The hem of its garment. - Stephen Crane



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