UNWIND my riddle. <br />Cruel as hawks the hours fly; <br />Wounded men seldom come home to die; <br />The hard waves see an arm flung high; <br />Scorn hits strong because of a lie; <br />Yet there exists a mystic tie. <br />Unwind my riddle.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unwind-my-riddle/
