Poem by Stephen Crane

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Many workmen
Built a huge ball of masonry
Upon a mountain-top.
Then they went to the valley below,
And turned to behold their work.
”It is grand,” they said;
They loved the thing.

Of a sudden, it moved:
It came upon them swiftly;
It crushed them all to blood.
But some had opportunity to squeal.

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Two or three angels
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Ay, workman, make me a dream
5. I walked in a desert

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