I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, (Stephen Crane Poem)
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom ...
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom ...
Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be ...
I looked here; I looked there; Nowhere could I see my love. And -- this time -- She was in ...
Love walked alone. The rocks cut her tender feet, And the brambles tore her fair limbs. There came a companion ...
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted ...
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come ...
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