{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.” 
 ― Stephen Crane