Stephen Crane: Once I saw thee idly rocking

Once I saw thee idly rocking —Idly rocking— And chattering girlishly to other girls, Bell-voiced, happy, Careless with the stout heart of unscarred     womanhood, And life to thee was all light melody. I thought of the great storms of love as I     knew it, Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open     sorrow, I thought of the thunders that lived in my     head, And I wish to be an ogre, And hale and haul my beloved to a castle, And make her mourn with my mourning.