Poem by Stephen Crane

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The ocean said to me once,
"Look!
Yonder on the shore
Is a woman, weeping.
I have watched her.
Go you and tell her this --
Her lover I have laid
In cool green hall.
There is wealth of golden sand
And pillars, coral-red;
Two white fish stand guard at his bier.

"Tell her this
And more --
That the king of the seas
Weeps too, old, helpless man.
The bustling fates
Heap his hands with corpses
Until he stands like a child
With a surplus of toys."

1. A man toiled on a burning road
2. Upon the road of my life
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Supposing that I should have the courage
5. I stood upon a highway

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