'It was wrong to do this,' said the angel.
'You should live like a flower,
Holding malice like a puppy,
Waging war like a lambkin.'
'Not so,' quoth the man
Who had no fear of spirits;
'It is only wrong for angels
Who can live like the flowers,
Holding malice like the puppies,
Waging war like the lambkins.'
More verses by Stephen Crane
- The Impact Of A Dollar Upon The Heart
- Should The Wide World Roll Away
- I Have Heard The Sunset Song Of The Birches
- There Was Set Before Me A Mighty Hill,
- The Way Your Little Finger Moved