Author Stephen Crane When the prophet, a complacent fat man,Arrived at the mountain-top,He cried: "Woe to my knowledge!"I intended to see good white lands"And bad black lands,"But the scene is grey." Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments