The Sage's Futility

it reads:
The sage stood at the water's edge
And lamented his days saying,
"I am content to stand at this sedge
And see the twilight's graying;
But what good is knowing a thing
And of knowledge in the having
What does wisdom bring
The end to the soul's laughing?"
And the duck that was there
Sunning in the sun's last ray
At this took to the air
And called out to him to say,
"Why do you bring this bother
And noisome, loud declaiming
I'll find for me some other
With less penchant for complaining!"
And not having seen the duck
Nor expecting him to speak
The sage walked back through the muck
And was wordless for a week.

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