Poem by Stephen Crane

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Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Not your golden days
Nor your silver nights
Can call me to you.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Here I stay and wait

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

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