Poem by Stephen Crane

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There came whisperings in the winds:
”Good-bye! Good-bye!”
Little voices called in the darkness:
”Good-bye! Good-bye!”
Then I stretched forth my arms.
”No -- no -- ”
There came whisperings in the wind
”Good-bye! Good-bye!”
Little voices called in the darkness:
”Good-bye! Good-bye!”

1. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
2. Once a man clambering to the housetops
3. Mystic shadow, bending near me
4. Two or three angels
5. Once, I knew a fine song

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