Poem by Stephen Crane

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In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
He accosted me:
"Sir, what is this?"
Then I saw that I was greater,
Aye, greater than this sage.
I answered him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age."
The sage looked upon me with admiration.

1. Love walked alone
2. Tell brave deeds of war
3. A spirit sped
4. If there is a witness to my little life
5. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?

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