e-artnow presents to you this Stephen Crane poetry collection meticulously edited with a functional and detailed table of contents: The Black Riders and Other Lines Black riders came from the sea Three little birds in a row In the desert Yes, I have a thousand tongues Once there came a man God fashioned the ship of the world carefully Mystic shadow, bending near me I looked here I stood upon a high place Should the wide world roll away In a lonely place And the sins of the fathers shall be If there is a witness to my little life There was a crimson clash of war Tell brave deeds of war Charity thou art a lie There were many who went in huddled procession In heaven A god in wrath A learned man came to me once There was, before me Once I saw mountains angry Places among the stars I saw a man pursuing the horizon Behold, the grave of a wicked man There was set before me a mighty hill A youth in apparel that glittered "Truth," said a traveller Behold, from the land of the farther suns Supposing that I should have the courage Many workmen Two or three angels There was one I met upon the road I stood upon a highway A man saw a ball of gold in the sky I met a seer On the horizon the peaks assembled The ocean said to me once The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds And you love me Love walked alone I walked in a desert There came whisperings in the winds I was in the darkness Tradition, thou art for suckling children Many red devils ran from my heart... War is Kind: Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind What says the sea, little shell? To the maiden A little ink more or less! Have you ever made a just man? I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night I have heard the sunset song of the birches Fast rode the knight Forth went the candid man You tell me this is God? On the desert A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices The wayfarer A slant of sun on dull brown walls Once a man clambering to the housetops The successful man has thrust himself In the Night The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top...
