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. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
3. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
4. In the night
5. To the maiden

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