Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was one I met upon the road
Who looked at me with kind eyes.
Her said, ”Show me of your wares.”
And this I did,
Holding forth one.
He said, ”It is a sin.”
Then held I forth another;
He said, ”It is a sin.”
Then held I forth another;
He said, ”It is a sin.”
And so to the end;
Always he said, ”It is a sin.”
And, finally, I cried out,
”But I have none other.”
Then did he look at me
With kinder eyes.
”Poor soul!” he said.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
5. In the night

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