Walking in the sky,

Stephen Crane

 Next Poem          

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
"My Lord," said he.
But the spirit knew him not.

Next Poem 

 Back to Stephen Crane

To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.