Stephen Crane

To the Maiden

To the maiden
The sea was blue meadow,
Alive with little froth-people
Singing.
 
To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
Superlative in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.
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