I HEARD thee laugh,
And in this merriment
I defined the measure of my pain;
I knew that I was alone,
Alone with love,
Poor shivering love,
And he, little sprite,
Came to watch with me,
And at midnight
We were like two creatures by a dead camp-fire.
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Comments1Stephen Crane realy has a way with words. "And at midnight We were like two creatures by a dead camp-fire" hits pretty hard. His ability to show the lonliness, even with love, is very relatable. Luv his work.