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. Blustering God
2. I walked in a desert
3. Many workmen
4. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel
5. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds

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