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. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Blustering God
3. Two or three angels
4. The successful man has thrust himself
5. With eye and with gesture

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