Stephen Crane: A slant of sun on dull brown walls,

A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue.  Toward God a mighty hymn, A song of collisions and cries, Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells, Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans, Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair, The unknown appeals of brutes, The chanting of flowers, The screams of cut trees, The senseless babble of hens and wise men— A cluttered incoherency that says at the     stars; "O God, save us!"