Poem by Stephen Crane

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Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart’s pain.

1. A spirit sped
2. On the horizon the peaks assembled
3. "Think as I think," said a man
4. Walking in the sky
5. Many workmen

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