I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;
Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of the black waves
For long and in loneliness.
More verses by Stephen Crane
- Courage
- Tradition, Thou Art For Suckling Children
- There Was A Great Cathedral
- There Was A Land Where Lived No Violets
- There Came Whisperings In The Winds