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. A spirit sped
2. Many workmen
3. To the maiden
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. "Think as I think," said a man

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