Poem by Stephen Crane

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A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it --
It was clay.

Now this is the strange part:
When the man went to the earth
And looked again,
Lo, there was the ball of gold.
Now this is the strange part:
It was a ball of gold.
Aye, by the heavens, it was a ball of gold.

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. A little ink more or less!
3. There was set before me a mighty hill
4. A slant of sun on dull brown walls
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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