The Mind
XXII. Once I saw Mountains angry
From The Black Riders and Other Lines (1895)
The Mind
Once I saw Mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he prevail?"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His grandfathers beat them many times."
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers,--
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the Mountains.
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Crane, Stephen. “XXII. Once I saw Mountains angry.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/21/.
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Crane, Stephen. “XXII. Once I saw Mountains angry.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crane/21/.
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