Poems by Stephen Crane
The sage lectured brilliantly
... " The pupils sat, all grinning, ...
Forth went the candid man
... And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander ...
"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,"
... But you -- You don green spectacles before you look at roses ...
There was a great cathedral
... Throwing frightened glances into the air, ...
Once a man clambering to the housetops
... With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres ...
from War is Kind ["Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind"]
... Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom&mdash ...
from War is Kind [“I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night”]
... The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving ...
