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. Blustering God
2. Many workmen
3. I walked in a desert
4. Love walked alone
5. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel

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