A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
He, scowling through the thickets,
And dagger poised quivering,
Rushed upon the youth.
“Sir,” said this latter,
“I am enchanted, believe me,
To die, thus,
In this medieval fashion,
According to the best legends;
Ah, what joy!”
Then took he the wound, smiling,
And died, content.

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  1. Eric says:

    I think the grim forest that Crane speaks of is this individual’s entire life, but it also could be just that he was literally in a grim forest and that the grim part is foreshadowing.

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