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There was one I met upon the road

© Stephen Crane

There was one I met upon the road
Who looked at me with kind eyes.
Her said, "Show me of your wares."
And this I did,

There was crimson clash of war.

© Stephen Crane

There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wondering.

You tell me this is God?

© Stephen Crane

You tell me this is God?
I tell you this is a printed list,
A burning candle, and an ass.

A spirit sped

© Stephen Crane

A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
"God! God!"

"Tell brave deeds of war."

© Stephen Crane

Then they recounted tales, --
"There were stern stands
And bitter runs for glory."

Two or three angels

© Stephen Crane

Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people

The wayfarer,

© Stephen Crane

The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.

Supposing that I should have the courage

© Stephen Crane

Supposing that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground

I walked in a desert

© Stephen Crane

I walked in a desert.
And I cried,
"Ah, God, take me from this place!"
A voice said, "It is no desert."

I stood upon a high place,

© Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, "Comrade! Brother!"

Mystic shadow, bending near me,

© Stephen Crane

Mystic shadow, bending near me,
Who art thou?
Whence come ye?
And -- tell me -- is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?

"And the sins of the fathers shall be"

© Stephen Crane

"And the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me."

I was in the darkness

© Stephen Crane

I was in the darkness;
I could not see my words
Nor the wishes of my heart.
Then suddenly there was a great light --

Walking in the sky

© Stephen Crane

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;

"Think as I think," said a man

"Think as I think," said a man,
"Or you are abominably wicked;
You are a toad."

Once I saw mountains angry

Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.

God fashioned the ship of the world carefully.

God fashioned the ship of the world carefully.
With the infinite skill of an All-Master
Made He the hull and the sails,
Held He the rudder

In the night

In the night
Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys,
And the peaks looked toward God alone.

"Truth," said a traveller

"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."

Places among the stars

Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.