If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?
More verses by Stephen Crane
- Think As I Think
- Unwind My Riddle
- Forth Went The Candid Man
- The Sins Of The Fathers
- There Was Crimson Clash Of War.