Poem by Stephen Crane

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I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
”It is futile,” I said,
”You can never -”

”You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

1. Blustering God
2. I walked in a desert
3. Love walked alone
4. Many workmen
5. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel

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