Stephen Maria Crane

Here you will find the Poem I heard thee laugh of poet Stephen Maria Crane

I heard thee laugh

I HEARD thee laugh, 
And in this merriment 
I defined the measure of my pain; 
I knew that I was alone, 
Alone with love, 
Poor shivering love, 
And he, little sprite, 
Came to watch with me, 
And at midnight 
We were like two creatures by a dead camp-fire.