Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was a land where lived no violets.
A traveller at once demanded : ”Why?”
The people told him:
”Once the violets of this place spoke thus:
’Until some woman freely gives her lover
To another woman
We will fight in bloody scuffle.’”
Sadly the people added:
”There are no violets here.”

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Two or three angels
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Ay, workman, make me a dream
5. I walked in a desert

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