Stephen Crane

War is Kind Stephen Crane

Book Excerpt: ...love, And thou art a wary violet, Drooping from sun-caresses, Answering mine carelessly--Woe is me. Thou art my love, And thou art the ashes of other men's love, And I bury my face in these ashes, And I love them--Woe is me. Thou art my love, And thou art the beardOn another man's face--Woe is me. Thou art my love, And thou art a temple, And in this temple is an altar, And on this altar is my heart--Woe is me. Thou art my love, And thou art a wretch. Let these sacred love-lies choke thee, From I am come to where I know your liesas truthAnd you truth as lies--Woe is me. Thou art my love, And thou art a priestess, And in they hand is a bloody dagger, And my doom comes to me surely--Woe is me. Thou art my love, And thou art a skull with ruby eyes, And I love thee--Woe is me. Thou art my love, And I doubt thee. And if