Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.
More verses by Stephen Crane
- The Chatter Of A Death-Demon From A Tree-Top
- To The Maiden
- The Livid Lightnings Flashed In The Clouds
- There Was A Man Who Lived A Life Of Fire
- You Say You Are Holy,