Stephen Maria Crane

Here you will find the Poem Friend, Your White Beard Sweeps the Ground of poet Stephen Maria Crane

Friend, Your White Beard Sweeps the Ground

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground. 
Why do you stand, expectant? 
Do you hope to see it 
In one of your withered days? 
With your old eyes 
Do you hope to see 
The triumphal march of justice? 
Do not wait, friend! 
Take your white beard 
And your old eyes 
To more tender lands.