It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.
Stephen CraneTell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.
Stephen CraneAnd it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had perhaps concealed from his friends.
Stephen Crane