| A little ink more or less! Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind Fast rode the knight Forth went the candid man Have you ever made a just man? I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night I have heard the sunset song of the birches On the desert To the maiden What says the sea, little shell? You tell me this is God? Crane Stephen [about author] Crane Stephen [search over the internet] Go back |