Poem by Stephen Crane

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I looked here;
I looked there;
Nowhere could I see my love.
And -- this time --
She was in my heart.
Truly, then, I have no complaint,
For though she be fair and fairer,
She is none so fair as she
In my heart.

1. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
2. The impact of a dollar upon the heart
3. Once a man clambering to the housetops
4. In heaven
5. Mystic shadow, bending near me

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