Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was, before me,
Mile upon mile
Of snow, ice, burning sand.
And yet I could look beyond all this,
To a place of infinite beauty;
And I could see the loveliness of her
Who walked in the shade of the trees.
When I gazed,
All was lost
But this place of beauty and her.
When I gazed,
And in my gazing, desired,
Then came again
Mile upon mile,
Of snow, ice, burning sand.

1. Two or three angels
2. Love walked alone
3. Charity thou art a lie
4. In the night
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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