Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
"My Lord," said he.
But the spirit knew him not.
More verses by Stephen Crane
- The Successful Man Has Thrust Himself
- Tell Me Why
- Voices
- Have You Ever Made A Just Man?
- Tell Brave Deeds Of War