Stephen Crane



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                   I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, 
                   The sweep of each sad lost wave 
                   The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving 
                   The little cry of a man to a man 
                   A shadow falling across the greyer night 
                   And the sinking of the small star. 
   
                   Then the waste, the far waste of waters 
                   And the soft lashing of black waves 
                   For long and in loneliness. 
   
                   Remember, thou, o ship of love 
                   Thou leaves! a far waste of waters 
                   And the soft lashing of black waves 
                   For long and in loneliness.

                   From "War is Kind", 1899

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