Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.

Greco-Turkish War
Despite contentment in Jacksonville and the need for rest after his ordeal Crane became restless. Meanwhile Crane's affair with Taylor quickly blossomed. Portrayed favorably and heroically by the press Crane emerged from the ordeal with his reputation enhanced if not restored after the battering he received during the Dora Clark affair.

Prolific throughout his short life he wrote notable works in the Realist tradition as well as early examples of American Naturalism and Impressionism. Having little interest in university studies he left school in 1891 and began work as a reporter and writer.