POEM
"Behold, the grave of a wicked man"
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.
There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
“No flowers for him,” he said.
The maid wept:
“Ah, I loved him.”
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
“No flowers for him.”
Now, this is it —
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?
Stephen Crane was one of America's foremost realistic writers, and his works have been . . . MORE »
More Poems by Stephen Crane
from War is Kind ["Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind"]
from War is Kind ["I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night"]
MORE »
