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. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
5. In the night

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