Poem by Stephen Crane

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Supposing that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
A gardened castle?
A flowery kingdom?

What? A hope?
Then hence with your red sword of virtue.

1. Mystic shadow, bending near me
2. There were many who went in huddled procession
3. When a people reach the top of a hill
4. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
5. The impact of a dollar upon the heart

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