THE wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. "Ha," he said, "I see that none has passed here In a long time." Later he saw that each weed Was a singular knife. "Well," he mumbled at last, "Doubtless there are other roads." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A HYMN OF HATE by DOROTHY PARKER |