Behold, the grave of a wicked man, <br />And near it, a stern spirit. <br /> <br />There came a drooping maid with violets, <br />But the spirit grasped her arm. <br />'No flowers for him,' he said. <br />The maid wept: <br />'Ah, I loved him.' <br />But the spirit, grim and frowning: <br />'No flowers for him.' <br /> <br />Now, this is it - <br />If the spirit was just, <br />Why did the maid weep?<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-1004/
