I HEARD thee laugh, <br />And in this merriment <br />I defined the measure of my pain; <br />I knew that I was alone, <br />Alone with love, <br />Poor shivering love, <br />And he, little sprite, <br />Came to watch with me, <br />And at midnight <br />We were like two creatures by a dead camp-fire.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-heard-thee-laugh/
