Poem by Stephen Crane

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”I have heard the sunset song of the birches,
A white melody in the silence,
I have seen a quarrel of the pines.
At nightfall
The little grasses have rushed by me
With the wind men.
These things have I lived,” quoth the maniac,
”Possessing only eyes and ears.
But you --
You don green spectacles before you look at roses.”

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. There was a man and a woman
3. Tell brave deeds of war
4. A spirit sped
5. The successful man has thrust himself

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