Poem by Stephen Crane

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When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: ”Woe to my knowledge!
I intended to see good white lands
And bad black lands,
But the scene is grey.”

1. "Think as I think," said a man
2. A spirit sped
3. Many workmen
4. To the maiden
5. On the horizon the peaks assembled

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