I <br /> <br />A MAN builded a bugle for the storms to blow. <br />The focused winds hurled him afar. <br />He said that the instrument was a failure. <br /> <br /> II <br /> <br />When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" <br />He replied: "Because no one admired me." <br /> <br /> III <br /> <br />A man said: "Thou tree!" <br />The tree answered with the same scorn: "Thou man! <br />Thou art greater than I only in thy possibilities." <br /> <br /> IV <br /> <br />A warrior stood upon a peak and defied the stars. <br />A little magpie, happening there, desired the soldier's plume, and so plucked it. <br /> <br /> V <br /> <br />The wind that waves the blossoms sang, sang, sang from age to age. <br />The flowers were made curious by this joy. <br />"Oh, wind," they said, "why sing you at your labour, while we, pink beneficiaries, sing not, but idle, idle, idle from age to age?"<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/legends/
