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The University of Virginia Edition of The Works of Stephen Crane

Volume X : Poems and Literary Remains
Crane, Stephen (1871-1900)

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The Black Riders and Other Lines
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War is Kind
 69. 
[Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind]
 70. 
[What says the sea, little shell]
 71. 
[To the maiden]
 72. 
[A little ink more or less]
 73. 
[“Have you ever made a just man?”]
 74. 
[I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night]
 75. 
[I have heard the sunset song of the birches]
 76. 
[Fast rode the knight]
 77. 
[Forth went the candid man]
 78. 
[You tell me this is God]
 79. 
[On the desert]
 80. 
[A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices]
 81. 
[The wayfarer]
 82. 
[A slant of sun on dull brown walls]
 83. 
[Once a man clambering to the house-tops]
 84. 
[There was a man with tongue of wood]
 85. 
[The successful man has thrust himself]
 86. 
[In the night]
 87. 
[The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top]
 88. 
[The impact of a dollar upon the heart]
 89. 
[A man said to the universe]
 90. 
[When the prophet, a complacent fat man]
 91. 
[There was a land where lived no violets]
 92. 
[There was one I met upon the road]
 93. 
[Aye, workman, make me a dream]
 94. 
[Each small gleam was a voice]
 95. 
[The trees in the garden rained flowers]
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[“INTRIGUE”]
 96. 
[Thou art my love]
 97. 
[Love forgive me if I wish you grief]
 98. 
[Ah, God, the way your little finger moved]
 99. 
[Once I saw thee idly rocking]
 100. 
[Tell me why, behind thee]
 101. 
[And yet I have seen thee happy with me]
 102. 
[I heard thee laugh]
 103. 
[I wonder if sometimes in the dusk]
 104. 
[Love met me at noonday]
 105. 
[I have seen thy face aflame]
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Uncollected Poems

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[Once I saw thee idly rocking]

Once I saw thee idly rocking
—Idly rocking—
And chattering girlishly to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy.
Careless with the stout heart of unscarred womanhood
And life to thee was all light melody:
I thought of the great storms of love as I knew it
Torn, miserable and ashamed of my open sorrow,
I thought of the thunders that lived in my head
And I wish to be an ogre
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle
And there use the happy cruel one cruelly
And make her mourn with my mourning.
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