On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the mountains began.
As they marched, they sang,
"Aye! We come! We come!"
More verses by Stephen Crane
- There Was One I Met Upon The Road
- Once, I Knew A Fine Song,
- Friend, Your White Beard Sweeps The Ground
- The Sage Lectured Brilliantly
- In A Lonely Place