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

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