"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,
A white melody in the silence,
I have seen a quarrel of the pines.
The little grasses have rushed by me
With the wind men.
These things have I lived," quoth the maniac,
"Possessing only eyes and ears.
But you --
You don green spectacles before you look at roses."
More verses by Stephen Crane
- There Was Set Before Me A Mighty Hill,
- The Way Your Little Finger Moved
- No Violets
- Once There Was A Man