Poems by Stephen Crane
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
... "You can never -""You lie," he cried, ...
A god in wrath
... And bit madly at the feet of the god ...
Places among the stars
... Shed no beams upon my weak heart ...
"Truth," said a traveller
... "And I believed the second traveller ...
In the night
... "O Master, Thou that knowest the value of kings and birds, ...
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully.
... So that, forever rudderless, it went upon the seas ...
Once I saw mountains angry
... " Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers -- ...
"Think as I think," said a man
... I said, "I will, then, be a toad ...
Walking in the sky
... But the spirit knew him not ...
I was in the darkness
... Then suddenly there was a great light --"Let me into the darkness again ...
"And the sins of the fathers shall be"
... "Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture ...
Mystic shadow, bending near me,
... Tell me! Fear not that I should quaver ...
I stood upon a high place,
... And saw, below, many devils ...
I walked in a desert
... And I cried, "Ah, God, take me from this place!" ...
Supposing that I should have the courage
... What? A hope? Then hence with your red sword of virtue ...
