To the maiden
Read 'To the maiden' by 'Stephen Crane' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
To the maiden
The sea was blue meadow,
Alive with little froth-people
Singing.
To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
Superlative in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.
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