English poem
Xxiv
by Stephen Crane (1871–1900)
I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is futile," I said, "You can never"--
"You lie," he cried, And ran on.
Versos English Stephen Crane Xxiv
English poem
by Stephen Crane (1871–1900)
I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is futile," I said, "You can never"--
"You lie," he cried, And ran on.