Poem by Stephen Crane

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Upon the road of my life,
Passed me many fair creatures,
Clothed all in white, and radiant.
To one, finally, I made speech:
”Who art thou?”
But she, like the others,
Kept cowled her face,
And answered in haste, anxiously,
”I am good deed, forsooth;
You have often seen me.”
”Not uncowled,” I made reply.
And with rash and strong hand,
Though she resisted,
I drew away the veil
And gazed at the features of vanity.
She, shamefaced, went on;
And after I had mused a time,
I said of myself,
”Fool!”

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. In the night
3. To the maiden
4. You tell me this is God?
5. Behold, from the land of the farther suns

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