Poem by Stephen Crane

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If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. A little ink more or less!
3. There was set before me a mighty hill
4. A slant of sun on dull brown walls
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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