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Free Verse · Death & Loss

The Ocean Said to Me Once

by Stephen Crane · 1895

1The ocean said to me once,

2"Look!

3Yonder on the shore

4Is a woman, weeping.

5I have watched her.

6Go you and tell her this —

7Her lover I have laid

8In cool green hall.

9There is wealth of golden sand

10And pillars, coral-red;

11Two white fish stand guard at his bier.

12"Tell her this

13And more —

14That the king of the seas

15Weeps too, old, helpless man.

16The bustling fates

17Heap his hands with corpses

18Until he stands like a child

19With a surplus of toys."

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Poem
The Ocean Said to Me Once
Poet
Stephen Crane
Published
1895
Length
19 lines
Form
Free Verse, Short Poems
Themes
Death & Loss, Grief, Short

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19 lines · 2 stanzas of 8–11 lines
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Author record
Stephen Crane1871–1900
Source record
PoetryDBThe Ocean Said to Me Once by stephen-crane, PoetryDB transcription
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
Publication record
1895
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