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. A man toiled on a burning road
2. Upon the road of my life
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Mystic shadow, bending near me
5. If I should cast off this tattered coat

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