Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
And in truth it was lamentable.
But there was one who heard
The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood
And knew what the man
Wished to sing,
And with that the singer was content.

1. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
2. Once a man clambering to the housetops
3. Mystic shadow, bending near me
4. Two or three angels
5. Once, I knew a fine song

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