There was one I met upon the road Who looked at me with kind eyes. He said: "Show me of your wares." And I did, Holding forth one. He said: "It is a sin." Then I held forth another. He said: "It is a sin." And so to the end. Always he said: "It is a sin." At last, I cried out: "But I have none other." He looked at me With kinder eyes. "Poor soul," he said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GAME OF CHESS by EZRA POUND THE MIDNIGHT SKATERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE LORDS OF THE MAIN by JOSEPH STANSBURY THE LITTLE KNIGHT IN GREEN by KATHARINE LEE BATES |